作词 : Healy
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

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