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