Your hair's a mess, you better put on a dress, and get your feet back on the ground
You fix your eyes for some city guys, who wouldn't save you if you drowned
You hang on forty second street, and do your homework in the bar
Saint Helen says you're missin school, and I'm wondrin where you are
Holy-anna, holy-anna
Girl, what you do to me
Holy-anna, holy-anna
Girl, you're a blue eyed myste-ry
You read your books until nobody looks, and then you slip out after dark
You steal my love then say you're sorry, and do your penance in the park
You fooled your mother when you skipped ballet to paint your face for the midnight show
And in the morning you knelt be-side your bed, and prayed she'd never know
Holy-anna, holy-anna
Girl, what you do to me
Holy-anna, holy-anna
Girl, you're a blue eyed myste-ry
Holy-anna, holy-anna
Girl, what you do to me
Holy-anna, holy-anna
Girl, what you do to me
Holy-anna, holy-anna
Girl, what you do to me
Oh oh, holy-anna
Girl, you're a blue eyed myste-ry