She's So Strange   





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