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 Track written by Fran Healy
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