France
I bought him at Thrift Town for 65 cents
If I had a kingdom, he would be my prince
His cuteness is too much for my tolerance
Frances, I love you
He's got a thick neck, and his fur is brown
I don't need a blanket when he's around
I once was lost, but with him, I'm found
Frances, I love you
God put me in prison and put me in his cubicle
If he was on my fingertip, he'd be the cuticle
If he is the nucleus, I'm the particle
Frances T. Bear, how'd you get so radical?
Aw, why'd you take Frances away? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, why you couldn't let him stay? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, why'd you take Frances away? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, Frances, I love you
Guitar!
Yeah, me and Frances got a special kind of love
Aw, it feels just right, it fits like a glove
I hope when I die that I see him up above
Frances, you're the one I'm dreaming of
I bought him at Thrift Town for 65 cents,
He's cuter than The Artist Formerly Known as Prince
And he'd never make a joke at my expense
Frances, I love you
I gave him to a girl who was really sweet
And now, you know that she's sweet on me
And when I'm over, he's between the sheets
Frances, I love you
Aw, why'd you take Frances away? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, why you couldn't let him stay? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, why'd you take Frances away? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, Frances, I love you
And now, the time came for me and Frances to part
Come on, Frances, you knew it'd be like this from the very start
I just can't bear to give you my heart
Frances, I miss you
If I had a kingdom, he would be my prince
His cuteness is too much for my tolerance
Frances, I love you
He's got a thick neck, and his fur is brown
I don't need a blanket when he's around
I once was lost, but with him, I'm found
Frances, I love you
God put me in prison and put me in his cubicle
If he was on my fingertip, he'd be the cuticle
If he is the nucleus, I'm the particle
Frances T. Bear, how'd you get so radical?
Aw, why'd you take Frances away? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, why you couldn't let him stay? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, why'd you take Frances away? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, Frances, I love you
Guitar!
Yeah, me and Frances got a special kind of love
Aw, it feels just right, it fits like a glove
I hope when I die that I see him up above
Frances, you're the one I'm dreaming of
I bought him at Thrift Town for 65 cents,
He's cuter than The Artist Formerly Known as Prince
And he'd never make a joke at my expense
Frances, I love you
I gave him to a girl who was really sweet
And now, you know that she's sweet on me
And when I'm over, he's between the sheets
Frances, I love you
Aw, why'd you take Frances away? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, why you couldn't let him stay? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, why'd you take Frances away? Oh, ee-ay-oh
Aw, Frances, I love you
And now, the time came for me and Frances to part
Come on, Frances, you knew it'd be like this from the very start
I just can't bear to give you my heart
Frances, I miss you
Credits
Writer(s): John Barry
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