Lyrics:

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