Brandy Anne
Her hair, it smells like daisies, and it curls in the heat
Mine smells like smoke from the cigarette on my teeth
Her hands are full of poise, they're steady, and they're quaint
Mine crack like my voice and I play with nervous shakes
Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?
Why do you follow me and rest where I land?
You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring
That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline
Don't try to justify, I'll never understand
Why you take my hand, oh Brandy Anne
Her voice just sounds like songbirds singing in the spring
Mine's rough like gravel crunching 'neath my feet
Her eyes are cool like waves crashing on a destined beach
Mine are sunken in and red in fact by lack of sleep
Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?
Why do you follow me and rest where I land?
You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring
That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline
Don't try to justify, I'll never understand
Why you take my hand, oh, Brandy Anne
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?
Why do you follow me and rest where I land?
You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring
That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline
Don't try to justify, I'll never understand
Why you take my hand, oh Brandy Anne
Mine smells like smoke from the cigarette on my teeth
Her hands are full of poise, they're steady, and they're quaint
Mine crack like my voice and I play with nervous shakes
Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?
Why do you follow me and rest where I land?
You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring
That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline
Don't try to justify, I'll never understand
Why you take my hand, oh Brandy Anne
Her voice just sounds like songbirds singing in the spring
Mine's rough like gravel crunching 'neath my feet
Her eyes are cool like waves crashing on a destined beach
Mine are sunken in and red in fact by lack of sleep
Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?
Why do you follow me and rest where I land?
You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring
That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline
Don't try to justify, I'll never understand
Why you take my hand, oh, Brandy Anne
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?
Why do you follow me and rest where I land?
You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring
That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline
Don't try to justify, I'll never understand
Why you take my hand, oh Brandy Anne
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Writer(s): Hayden Blount
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