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
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 grandma's name is Ieda Beware of the blond business partner
And so after severely years Of "will they or won't they?" She and that straight Broadway Producer eventually got married, Sorry spoiler alert But the moral of the story is this, If you ever find yourself In times of trouble remember You have style, you have flair, And you are thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
