You know Who knows Long nights on the phone End up no where else ^brilliantly^ If you knew her well Am I Going elsewhere You know what fine Frankie Now I hide out at the parties I'm not sorry The times are changing things Kind of like Frankie Time for wasting Gucci bags For little patience Crumpled down on me I sit so the street Can face me At night I love all the frights That come out at night Cuz that's me Not Frankie Well sometimes Deep Techno beats Party Burnt out On her feet Dancing Queen Now I don't know where to go If some things change I'll let her know When Until then Now I hide out at the parties I'm not sorry The times are changing things Kind of like Frankie Time for wasting Gucci bags For little patience Crumpled down on me I sit so the street Can face me At night I love all the frights That come out at night Cuz that's me Not Frankie