[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
She's so poor
And only now, well she's looking back
She sees her story on a paperback
What will become of her?
There's not much left for her
[Instrumental Outro]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
She's so poor
And only now, well she's looking back
She sees her story on a paperback
What will become of her?
There's not much left for her
[Instrumental Outro]
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