Well i had the same kind of experience with the song ''I'm not a juvenile delinquent'' by Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers. I first heard it in the John Waters film Pink Flamingos, so it was already linked to some pretty fucked up shit anyway. I loved the song, and the singer's voice. I spent ages trying to track it down so when i finally got my hands on it, i appreciated it all the more. I used to blast it on my mp3 player all the time and it would conjure up images of the female singer being a fine young 1950's temptress who basically looked like Fred Flintstone's wife. I'd been going on like this, having all kinds of 50's sex visions in my head to this song for about 3 years. Then i did a youtube search, eagerly anticipating my first sighting of what Frankie Lymon actually looked like. Imagine my horror when i found out she was actually a 13 year old boy.
Frankie can be a woman's name.