Frances - Alaska Thunderfuck

Picture it

Flushing, Queens

1993 to 1999

It seems there was once this young woman

Se had dark hair and beautiful clothes, and very distinctive voice

Some say it’s noise, but I think it’s pretty, well, anyway

She was engaged to this kinda loserish guy who owned a bridal shop,

at which she was gainfully employed

But one day she’s like, what I am doing with this guy?

He’s kinda of a deadbeat

right?

He kinda sucks

So they get in this huge fight, he kicks her out in the street without a dime

to her name

What was she to do?

Where was she to go?

She was out in her real end

She had style, she had flair

She had style, she had flair

She had style, she had flair

She had style, she had flair

She had style, she had flair

And she was there

Her name was Frances

Miss Fine if you’re nasty

You’re probably wondering, whatever happened to this brunette bombshell?

Well, she fell back on her skills to makeup artist

Became an Avon lady, naturally

And being the innovative entrepreneur that she is

She went to the richest part of Manhattan, Madison Avenue, where she met a

straight Broadway producer

His wife sadly just passed away, as so his three children we’re kind of

depressed

But that brilliant brown-haired goddess had such an instant report with those

kids

That that straight Broadway produced hired her on the spot

And there you have it, that’s how she became their primary caregiver

She had style, she had flair

She had style, she had flair

She had style, she had flair

She had style, she had flair

She had style, she had flair

And she was there

Her grandma’s name is Ieda

Beware of the blond business partner

And so after severely years of «will they or won’t they?»

She and that straight Broadway producer eventually got married, sorry spoiler

alert

But the moral of the story is this, if you ever find yourself in times of

trouble remember

You have style, you have flair, and you are there