Frisco Flo was just a typical gal, Frisco Flo was just a regular my-gal-Sal; Frisco Flo was just as sharp as a tack; Frisco Flo, for a fellow would give the shirt right off of her back. She knew the smallies and the biggies, the weak and the strong, A sinner, no beginner, at kicking the gong, But with it all, she always knew the right from the wrong. Love thy neighbor was her favorite song! Frisco Flo is up in heaven, I know, Here below, We love the memory of Frisco Flo. Though she's gone, we go on, Like a flame, we carry onward in the name of Frisco Flo!
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