Goodbye Frankie, More of a lady than I'll ever be, So come lay your blanket by the furnace, And I'll tell you stories Soft and warm, Smooth and sweet. Goodbye Frankie, If you leave, take me. Oh Frankie, I'm hot as a hashbrown And begging For something worth digging up Once I buried it. Francis, you know the right things to say when you're Stuck like mud in an awful situation And dressing for parties, you're daft as a debutante, And I'm hoping soon that something is bound to rub off. And someday I 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, And 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 gotta, So you gotta help yourself. And someday I will know what it means (Goodbye Frankie) To carry two of the same chromosome In my bloodstream (Goodbye Frankie) The future looks far, but it looks so sweet (Goodbye Frankie) Won't you taste it with me? (Goodbye Frankie) Goodbye Frankie, you're such a lady. Oh, Frankie, if you leave, take me. I'm begging for something worth digging up.