She´s so strange
And she wore a black moustache
And pilfered all the petty cash
She went to Birmingham
She´ll soon be in the can

She´s so cruel
And she knew what 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
Sees her story on a paperback
What will become of her
There´s not much left for her