She’s got bloodstains on her knickers and meat stuck in her teeth...
She’s got penguins in her pockets
and diamonds in her bread,
She ain’t got time for whisky
getting mixed up in her head.
She’s got bloodstains on her knickers
and meat stuck in her teeth,
She ain’t got time for sinners
and those heading down beneath.
The devil’s used to tryin'
to con men to their knees,
But she ain’t that kind of sinner
she just do as she please.
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