You can’t analyse Anneliese,
she has too free a view.
Anneliese flies through the breeze
And makes a dream come true.
She’s a free floater, not a voter.
There’s a song inside her head.
When she dances she prances, no disco romances;
She sways into my bed.
She’s a German daughter, no teacher taught her.
No nails can hold her down.
When she needs to, she’s free to, no rules to bow to;
She wears no fancy gown.
You can’t analyse Anneliese,
she has too free a view.
Anneliese flies through the breeze
And makes a dream come true.
She’s a true feminist, a brainy anarchist.
She has no hatred in mind.
She’ll love and she’ll give and try to forgive;
She’s not the possessive kind.
She’s a poet on skis, on a flying trapeze.
For her beliefs, she’ll travel miles.
She’s a constant surprise, she’s a gleam in my eyes;
I see planets in her smiles.
You can’t analyse Anneliese,
she has too free a view.
Anneliese flies through the breeze
And makes a dream come true.
KEITH ARMSTRONG
