Frita

Here comes Frita typin' as she walks
Her speaker phone is on whenever she talks
Frita. Woh Frita!
I wish that you'd follow me like you follow the rest of the crowd

My pretty little Frita sittin' at the bar
Her head down, thumbs out, she aint going far
Frita. Woh Frita!
I wish that you'd love me but you lost your heart in the cloud

Well she talks about your neighbor
She types about the weather
She shared a little rumor from the Ports bartender
Frita. Woh Frita!
I wish that you'd follow me like you follow the rest of the crowd

We're joking at the party and Frita laugh's last
She doesn't get the joke cause she's living in the past
Frita! Woh Frita!
I wish that you'd love me but you lost your heart in the cloud

Uncle Donny's wake at the Lions Hall
Frita's taking selfies in the bathroom stall
Oh Frita. No Frita!
I wish that you'd follow me like you follow the rest of the crowd

Frita, we need to talk
Not text. Just talk
Frita! Woh Frita!
I wish that you'd follow me like you follow the rest of the crowd
I wish that you'd love me but you lost your heart in the cloud
I wish that you'd follow me like you follow the rest of the
CLOWNS!
CLOWNS!
CLOWNS!
CLOWNS!



Credits
Writer(s): Damien Johnson
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