frankie pulled out her gat
her eyes were pools of hate
johnny put on his hat
don't look at me like that
johnny saw it was too late
frankie pulled out her gat
on the window sat a cat
silent and placid as fate
johnny put on his hat
you dirty stinking rat
you was always second-rate
frankie pulled out her gat
why don't we have a chat
our differences are not so great
johnny put on his hat
a breeze wafted through the flat
"you had your chance to be straight"
frankie pulled out her gat
johnny put on his hat
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