Frankie - D Generation

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, ahh

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