Baby Elvis - Annie Ting

You see her face, you don't know what to say
She's very hot, like a day in Bombay
Got pretty eyes, Annie Ting is her name
You've never met her, oh my god what a shame

Chorus:
You don't know a thing about Annie Ting!

She's kind of strange, she's not easy to read
Compared to her Dostoyevsky's a kid
It's such a pity you can't find what she likes
It would be cool if she'd enjoy the White Stripes

You see her face you don't know what to say
She's not quite right like a night in Marseille
Her perfect hair will not give her away
You'll never touch her, oh my god what a shame

You wish to chat, you want to send her a mail
Don't got the address, what an epic fail
You spend some days to make a new plan
But what you find is that in fact she's a man