also to the tune of Mickey

Frohike.

You bring Scully flowers, but you never think of me
You hang out with those guys, and you're making me lonely
What else can I do to make you only see, Frohike

You're out till all hours, you never bring it home
I'm losing precious time, and I'm sittin' all alone
Why don't you cone on by or call me on the phone, Frohike

Frohike, what a pity, you don't understand
I love you with my heart and I'm more than just a fan
Frohike, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you, Frohike

Frohike

Every single night, I'm lying here in bed
Are you just ignoring me or messing with my head
Why can't you see that I'm the one that you should wed, Frohike

If you say you will, I'll never tie you down
(Unless you need a thrill and some rope is lyin' round)
I promise I'll be true and never breathe a sound, Frohike

Frohike, it's a pity, don't you understand
That I need you in my heart and I want you for my man
Frohike, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you, Frohike

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