Shes so strange
And she wore a black moustache
And she pilfered all the petty cash
She went to birmingham
Shell soon be in the can
Shes so cruel
And she knew just what to do
And while the cats were all sniffing glue
They played their silly games
And now theyll take the blame
What shed done
And she didnt know quite what she did
And they told her that she better had
So now she starts to cry
Without a reason why
Shes so poor
And only now shes looking back
She sees her story on a paperback
What will become of her
Theres not much left for her