Francis St.

Jamie was a girl next door
Lived in a little pink house on Francis St
Knock, knock, girl, you wanna roll
Down to the video shop where the lost boys meet?
She said, "You don't gotta ask twice
'Cause my dad's not really sober now
And we can use my bike"
Two pegs, let's ride

Small town, suburban-mericana
Small town, yeah, we go where we wanna

I think the kids are gonna be alright
I know we've had to come back once or twice
Why are you looking at me so surprised?
I think the kids are gonna
I think that we'll be alright

Jimmy was a boy next door
Lived in a little white house on Francis St
Dude, you wanna shoot some pool
And then steal one of your bro's magazines?
He said, "You don't gotta ask twice
'Cause my dad's out back just smoking out"
If we can kill some time
Then we're doing alright

Small town, suburban-mericana
Small town, yeah, we do what we wanna

I think the kids are gonna be alright
I know we've had to come back once or twice
Why are you looking at me so surprised?
I think the kids are gonna
I think that we'll be alright

One, two, three
Jamie was a girl next door

Jimmy was a boy next door
Jamie was a girl next door
Growing up here on Francis St
Jimmy was a boy next door
Growing up here on Francis St

I think the kids are gonna be alright
I know we've had to come back once or twice
Why are you looking at me so surprised?
I think the kids are gonna
I think the kids are gonna
I think that we'll be alright
(Growing up here on Francis St)
I think that we'll be alright
I think the kids are gonna
(Growing up here on Francis St)
I think the kids are gonna
I think that we'll be alright



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Arjes, Devin Guisande, Kyle Austin Guisande
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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