It's the day of the party, Anna has turned eighteen
The prettiest girl anyone's ever seen
Perfect body and her face is a work of art
Beautiful and witty and lively and smart
She's wearing her shortest dress, her highest heels
Smiling by the window, betraying how she feels
Her dark eyes searching, slightly raising her chin
She is on the lookout and waiting only for him

Anna is liked by many guys but not one of them ever stayed
People say she's kissed too many of them, they gossip and they hate
Anna, they say, is not a serious girl and herself she has disgraced
Now on her birthday she's sitting alone, by the fire, by the gate
She does not know for sure if he'll come and all she can do is wait

The hours go by, it's ten pm, by now he must be off work
Eleven pm, maybe, she thinks, he went to change his shirt
Midnight comes by now she knows, he will not come around
Silently she sits there, not making a single sound

He was bad news and she knew that well
Still, stupidly for his charms she fell
At the wrong time his attention felt right
And the muscles on his arms were quite the sight
His green eyes and that stranded brown curl
could have made anyone forget about his girl

A part of her knew she was better than that
But it was so different from anything she's had
She'd hoped he would still come after she ended their game
She just wanted to be loved by him and who are you to blame?
Now she's sitting in the cold, he didn't come and it's such a shame
If you ever touch another girl's man remember her name