Goodbye Frankie

Goodbye Frankie,

You’re more of a lady than I’ll ever be

So come lay your blanket by the furnace

and I’ll tell you storie ssoft and warm, smooth and sweet

Goodbye Frankie, if you leave, take me

oh Frankie I’m hot as a hash brown and begging

for something worth digging up once I bury it

Francis, you know the right things to say

when you’re stuck like mud in an awkward situation

dressing for parties you’re daft as a debutante

and I’m hoping soon something is bound to rub off

Someday I’ll wear sensible shoes and learn to tell

the right stories to impress the friends and parents of my boyfriend

but until then there’s you

Goodbye Frankie, you know your rights from your wrongs

I’m trying to see the lines drawn, but I’m human

and reaching too far just to try and touch something new

Francis, you are an angel underneath

all that hair and those eyes that can’t help but peek

at the biggest cake on the bakery shelf

No one's gonna help you, so you’ve got to help yourself

Someday I will know it means to carry

two of the same chromosomes in my blood stream

the future looks far, but it looks sweet

won’t you taste it with me

Goodbye Frankie, you’re such a lady

oh, Frankie, If you leave take me

I’m begging for something worth digging up