Anchorman

I followed you down every hallway
To every window I gave a face
And you find me now without even knowing my disgrace
You look so very happy
How can it be down to me?
I want to tell you I'm not at all what I seem


Chorus
Anchorman, here comes the girl next door
Anchorman, put on a happy face
Anchorman, come knock on my front door
Come knock down my front door
Begin the chase

I've been in the arms of so many potters
Who've made me what I am today
And I find it a struggle
Merely to contain my dismay
I watch you watching me
It's as if I were on TV
And I want to tell you
I'm exactly what I seem

Chorus

I've run away so many times now
I can't expect to be welcomed home
But I'm making up my mind to make up my mind to be alone
You could pay my hangman's fee
You could bring me to your breast
And in exchange I'll be what I seem
I'll be what I seem

Chorus

Nerissa Nields © 1992 Peter Quince Publishing, ASCAP

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