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 want to see you happy I wonder who's in your gang Remember when you told me you would come back around We could spend the time pretending that we own this shitty town Checking out boys playing basketball, passing balls around Checking out girls playing volleyball, passing balls around Look inside our closets, see who did come out Get all the weed off 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 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 okay I wonder how you're doing What you're doing with your days A gente costumava se encontrar Three 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 Frankie, when you coming home? Frankie, it's no fun to be alone Frankie, when you coming home? Frankie, it's no fun to be alone