Bobby sox baby, I’ve got to let you go Bobby sox baby, I’ve got to let you go You’ve got a head full of nothin'
But stage, screen an radio
You chase autographs every night
You write fan mail through the day
You keep your great big head in the scrapbook
Yes and you throw the cookbook away
Bobby sox baby, I’ve got to let you go You’ve got a head full of nothin'
But stage, screen an radio
Now you treat me like a stranger
You don’t have a word to say
I ask you if you love me You say, «What would Frankie, say?»
Yes, bobby sox baby
I’ve got to let you go You’ve got a head full of nothin'
But stage, screen an radio

Комментарии