Frankie

Frankie baby wears leather boots She likes the stooges and punk rock groups Born in something she just can't win She strives for pureness but she's built for sin She tried it once with Jesus and she once was a June bride When I met her on the bar stool she just smiled Frankie, Frankie, Frankie, got me down on my knees Frankie, Frankie, Frankie, going aahh! Frankie baby's misunderstood All the time in the neighborhood She's the beauty that they can't get, she's the freedom that they resent A well respected husband but your kids don't know you well Hiding with your whore at the motel... Paul wears lipstick and a dress Frankie lives like any man would do You feel you've sinned so you confess But it don't go What you are is just what you are! I can't love you!