Lyrics:

She&ampapos;s so strangeAnd she wore a black moustacheAnd she pilfered all the petty cashShe went to BirminghamShe&ampapos;ll soon be in the canShe&ampapos;s so cruelAnd she knew just what to doAnd while the cats were all sniffing glueThey played their silly gamesAnd now they&ampapos;ll take the blameWhat she&ampapos;d doneAnd she didn&ampapos;t know quite what she didAnd they told her that she better hadSo now she starts to cryWithout a reason whyShe&ampapos;s so poorAnd only now she&ampapos;s looking backShe sees her story on a paperbackWhat will become of herThere&ampapos;s not much left for herTrack written by Fran Healy