She`s so strange
And she wore a black moustache
And she pilfered all the petty cash
She went to Birmingham
She`ll soon be in the can
She`s so cruel
And she knew 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
She sees her story on a paperback
What will become of her
There`s not much left for her
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