| Would I kid you now
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| Shout it through the noise
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| A punk from Jersey
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| One of the boys
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| Ooh, I wish you would kiss me now
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| Just because
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| There ain’t no questioning
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| What Frankie does
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| And everybody needs a sailor
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| Yellow moon, sea of blue
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| Stolen kisses, stormy weather
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| A tear or two, more or less
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| There must be something better
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| Than the anger and the pain
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| Oh, Frankie, could you spare a little tenderness
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| There are bullfights in Madrid
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| And the matador knows
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| Some go down fighting, some deal the blows
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| And God, I love you, Frankie
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| Just because
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| You’re close to the madness
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| And I never was
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| But everybody needs a sailor
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| Yellow moon, sea of blue
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| Stolen kisses, stormy weather, oh
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| Heaven blessed, yes, there must be something better
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| Than the anger and the pain
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| Oh, Frankie, can you spare a little tenderness
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| A little tenderness |