Flowers for Anna

I've never been a mover, A shaker A violin player I know my home is Where the heart is My first love was heartless He wore a suit on Sunday morning I had flowers on my dress It wasn't easy to ignore me The way I would sing out My hands upon my chest I can't wait until we get together Sunday morning The way your spirit moves my body You turn me on I'll take communion for the union Every Sunday morning The way your spirit moves my body You turn me on Yeah, you turn me on I've always been the weirdo With flowers in my hands for Anna Her little brother who liked me I'd pretend he was her He wore a suit on Sunday morning I had flowers on my dress It wasn't easy to ignore me The way I would sing out My hands upon my chest I can't wait until we get together Sunday morning The way your spirit moves my body You turn me on I'll take communion for the union Every Sunday morning The way your spirit moves my body You turn me on Yeah, you turn me on Idle hands... they must be good It's my only chance at Childhood I won't regret the things I did It's just the little things I didn't get to do I can't wait until we get together Sunday morning The way your spirit moves my body You turn me on I'll take communion for the union Every Sunday morning The way your spirit moves my body You turn me on x2 Yeah you turn me on x3