Frances Songtext
von Marlee MacLeod

I read your book, I know the score
I know the kind of trouble you were put away for
The drunken days, the screaming nights
The wet sheets, the dimming of the lights
From the electroshock machine
I know what you mean

But I′ll tell you something true
When I grow up
I'm gonna be like you


I like your hair, it hides your scars
It falls gently down, just that far
Your kind face, your vacant eyes
Your answers so dignified
And your posture so refined
I know you lost your mind

But I′ll tell you something true
When I grow up
I'm gonna be like you

Your pretty hands and white gloves
Do not reflect the actual push and shove
Your lonely life, you're mama′s girl
So what in the world′s to become
Of a lobotomized movie star?
You know that's what you are

But I′ll tell you something true
When I grow up
I'm gonna be like you
I′m gonna be like you