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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