Annie's up at seven on a work day  Brewing up a cup of peppermint tea  Gathering her papers and lesson plans  She grabs her keys  Teaching arithmetic and Africa  Geology and girl's basketball  All the kids in her class  Will tell you she's the best  But she's heard other teachers in the hall saying  CHORUS:  "What are we going to do about Annie?  Pretty girl like her shouldn't be alone  If she took our advice, dressed up real nice  She'd find a man to take her home."  Mondays come with questions of couples  Where and with whom did you go?  Avoiding the personal pronoun  She hopes it doesn't show  Shopping with her lover in the city  Two women holding hands don't get a stare  If the kids at school knew, what would they do  Would they hate her? Why should they care? Tell me  CHORUS  Never getting too close to a student  Never letting out too much of her life  Keeping her delights and disappointments  Tucked out of sight  Annie takes herself to the Christmas party  The principal whispers with a smile  "You're vivacious and bright, if you play your cards right  There're some men here tonight worth your while" thinking  CHORUS  Work that you love is hard to come by  The kids she could never bear to lose  So she makes conversations out of silences  And half-truths  But at night by the fire with her lover  She looks out at the wind-driven snow  And imagines the day when she'll look in their faces  And tell everybody she konws--she'll tell 'em  LAST CHORUS:  Don't you worry about Annie  She don't lie awake and pine  Got love to fill her heart, flowers growing in the garden  Annie's doing just fine.