| You tore through my life like a tornado looking for a trailer park
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| And your white trash mishmash short of cash culture clash hit the mark
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| We met on a Monday, here it is Sunday
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| It happened so fast, they said it wouldn’t last
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| Yeah, but what do they know?
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| Why can’t they say so now?
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| I was rackin' up points in the dives and the joints on the edge of town
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| Shooting pool, playing cool, trying to get some other fool to buy another round
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| Yeah, you rattle my brain like a runaway train
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| You scattered my past like a dynamite blast
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| You’re some kind of woman, Frankie
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| Stand up and take a bow
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| Frankie, please don’t ever give me the deep freeze
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| And your P’s and Q’s and don’ts and do’s are all the news to light my fuse
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| Don’t change nothing
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| Not on a dare
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| Ever since you hit here I’ve been walking on air
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| I didn’t see you coming, Frankie
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| Now I can’t let you go
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| And you stole into my heart like a thief with the cutting torch, did you not?
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| And your can’t miss, first kiss told me this, don’t resist what you got
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| All out of nowhere, I’m caught in your crosshair
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| Shagged, fragged, bagged, tagged, it’s like I lost every battle
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| But still I won the war
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| Frankie, please don’t ever give me the deep freeze
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| In the time we’ve got let’s tie the knot and fire the shot that hits the spot
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| Lord, have mercy, hallowed be
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| It ain’t a pretty picture, but it’s working on me
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| I’m a fool for you, Frankie, don’t let me let you go
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| Ah, you’re one in a million, Frankie
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| That’s all I need you to know |