Текст песни Frances - Alaska Thunderfuck
Picture
it
Flushing,
Queens
1993
to
1999
It
seems
there
was
once
this
young
woman
Se
had
dark
hair
and
beautiful
clothes,
and
very
distinctive
voice
Some
say
it′s
noise,
but
I
think
it's
pretty,
well,
anyway
She
was
engaged
to
this
kinda
loserish
guy
who
owned
a
bridal
shop,
at
which
she
was
gainfully
employed
But
one
day
she′s
like,
what
I
am
doing
with
this
guy?
He's
kinda
of
a
deadbeat
right?
He
kinda
sucks
So
they
get
in
this
huge
fight,
he
kicks
her
out
in
the
street
without
a
dime
to
her
name
What
was
she
to
do?
Where
was
she
to
go?
She
was
out
in
her
real
end
She
had
style,
she
had
flair
She
had
style,
she
had
flair
She
had
style,
she
had
flair
She
had
style,
she
had
flair
She
had
style,
she
had
flair
And
she
was
there
Her
name
was
Frances
Miss
Fine
if
you're
nasty
You′re
probably
wondering,
whatever
happened
to
this
brunette
bombshell?
Well,
she
fell
back
on
her
skills
to
makeup
artist
Became
an
Avon
lady,
naturally
And
being
the
innovative
entrepreneur
that
she
is
She
went
to
the
richest
part
of
Manhattan,
Madison
Avenue,
where
she
met
a
straight
Broadway
producer
His
wife
sadly
just
passed
away,
as
so
his
three
children
we′re
kind
of
depressed
But
that
brilliant
brown-haired
goddess
had
such
an
instant
report
with
those
kids
That
that
straight
Broadway
produced
hired
her
on
the
spot
And
there
you
have
it,
that's
how
she
became
their
primary
caregiver
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