She´s so strange And she wore a black moustache And pilfered all the petty cash She went to Birmingham She´ll soon be in the can
She´s so cruel And she knew what just what to do And while the cats were all sniffing glue They played their silly games And now they´ll take the blame
What she´d done And she didn´t know quite what she did And they told her that she better had So now she starts to cry Without a reason why
She´s so poor And only now she´s looking back Sees her story on a paperback What will become of her There´s not much left for her
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