Frankie Goes to North Hollywood - Cansei De Ser Sexy

Frankie, when you coming home?

Frankie, it’s no fun to be alone…

I thought you were my best friend

Don’t wanna rain on your parade

I just wanna see you happy

I wonder who’s in your gang

Remember when you told me you’d come back around

We could spend our time pretending that we own this shitty town

Checking out boys playing basket ball

Bouncing balls around

Checking out girls playing volley ball

Bouncing balls around

Look inside old closets, see who did come out

Get all the weed of your father’s fridge

Watching bad TV

I know it sounds strange but that’s what you mean to me

Frankie, when you coming home?

Frankie, it’s no fun to be alone…

I heard you changed your name again

To something that makes you feel good

A reflection to those days when you were hardly understood

I know you want to make it

Do better than your folks

But recession knocked your passion

Pack your shit and come back home

Like a dozen nails on a foot getting pedicure

Creeping down Klump Avenue, North Hollywood

Watching YouTube videos on your PC

Cosmetology, choreography

I know it sounds strange but that’s what you mean to me

I put my head on the pillow

I think you’re OK

I wonder how you’re doing

What you’re doing with your days

A gente costumava se encontrar…

3 da manhã, sem hora pra voltar

Agora as madrugadas estão vazias

Fico olhando pro teto até o meio dia

Eu e você, você e eu

Se lembra aquela vez que o pau comeu?

Embaixo do minhocão

Sem você, não tem mais emoção

Volta pra casa, volta pra mim

Frankie a minha saudade não tem mais fim