Lyrics: Tom Russell. Box Of Visions. Annette.

On Nelson Street near Granville
She dances a deadly pirouette
Little Julianne from Kellimat
Her working name?s Annette

You can see behind her makeup mister
That?s right she?s only sixteen years
But all she wants is money Jack
Not your bloody sympathy or tears

They circle her in foreign cars
The businessmen like panthers and like sharks
All the leaders of society are howling
Prowling through the dark

Is that a clergyman, a lawyer
With a mask upon his face?
Stocking Julianne tonight
Behind the Nelson place

And the ballet class of ?91 will miss her
And her hometwon hero never got to kiss her
She?s as far away from home as she can get
Little Juliette, her working name?s Annette

She daydreams for a moment
Dancing ?Swan Lake?, yeah she?s a star
Till a cop rolls up and screams at her
Hey princess where the hell you think you are?

Then he says how?d you get here darling
I got a daughter just your age
She coughs and doesn?t tell him
About her daddy?s drunken rage

And the ballet class of ?91 will miss her
And her hometwon hero never got to kiss her
She?s as far away from home as she can get
Little Juliette, her working name?s Annette

The desk clerk at the Coldbolt
Says I got a bag I think she left
Full of teddybears and ballet slippers
The working girl we called Annette

Yeah I believe she drove to Calgary
With a hustler named Alaith
He had her in his power
You could read it on her face

(Thanks to albrock for these lyrics)