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Victims Family
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Sinatra Mantra
Frankie Frankie Tall and lanky Hides his secrets Dark and danky Frankly Frankie Don't be cranky This poem's hust a pranky Don't shoot me point blanky
Sinatra Sinatra That's my mantra I chant each night to my mamma and pappa Don't rub me out 'cause that would be a faux pas I swear I'll shut up and eat my pasta
Faster and harder I love Ava Gardner I'll give you all my money if you just be my partner It's in the highest regard that I regard her I wish she'd come back, I didn't mean to discard her
Reno oh Reno My little bambino I sit and play keno At my favorite casino It's rigged so I win, if I lose I get meano Punch out reporters and make a big sceno
Crooned and they swooned Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And I partied with my goons And I ranted like a loon From midnight til noon Diamond festooned And prosecution immune And it don't even matter I can't carry a tune
Sicily sweet Sicily Stand by me protect me I am not a tough guy, just a cowardly facsimile A working contradiction, a warbling anomaly You know I'd do anything From Here to Eternity You I'd even look away if you killed Bobby Kennedy Oh Sicily sweet Sicily please don't make me fricassee
So Francis dear Francis This is my hypothesis It's just a harmlessly scathing analysis To poison my dentafrice Or push me off a precipice For my poetic prowess With emphasis on your cowardice You just can't dismiss The abyss of your avarice Or how people stand you to be so cantankerous And I wrote this song at the risk of paralysis Please just come here and kiss my assussus
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