Has anyone here seen Anna May
Drawn into this life in colorful array
In both bright and dark moods on the comic book page
Playing the tune to which the artist must play

Hanging out daily at the comic book shop
She doesn't come cheaply but she can be bought
In flat black and white or semi high gloss
Those that know her well will pay whatever the cost

She sits at your table to gaze upon while you eat
On your night stand to watch as you sleep
She comes to you nightly inside of your dreams
The love you have for Anna May won't let you be

So has anyone here seen Anna May
She's grown tired of the pressure that's drawn her away
She handled life well before the fortune and fame
Tell me has anyone here seen Anna May