Lyrics:

She&ampapos;s so strange**lf****lf**And she wore a black moustache**lf****lf**And she pilfered all the petty cash**lf****lf**She went to Birmingham**lf****lf**She&ampapos;ll soon be in the can**lf****lf**She&ampapos;s so cruel**lf****lf**And she knew just what to do**lf****lf**And while the cats were all sniffing glue**lf****lf**They played their silly games**lf****lf**And now they&ampapos;ll take the blame**lf****lf**What she&ampapos;d done**lf****lf**And she didn&ampapos;t know quite what she did**lf****lf**And they told her that she better had**lf****lf**So now she starts to cry**lf****lf**Without a reason why**lf****lf**She&ampapos;s so poor**lf****lf**And only now she&ampapos;s looking back**lf****lf**She sees her story on a paperback**lf****lf**What will become of her**lf****lf**There&ampapos;s not much left for her**lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf**Track written by Fran Healy