Frankie Goes to North Hollywood

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