Mad Mad Girl



Watch the girls she's very sad

She's on the verge of going mad

She's out to play but isn't fun

And always firing her gun



She walks the line without a net

Is scared as hell to fall you bet

She's full of love but loves to hate

And leaves the shocked bent outta shape



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She's a mad mad girl

Oh! she's a mad mad girl

A mad mad girl



Candles tea and cigarettes

She's happy with her little pets

The beaujolais will make her cry

I wonder why, I wonder why



She stands before us all in white

Upon the stage under the lights

Her sex devouring the crowd

Has left the brave to shout aloud



Like humpty dumpty on the wall

She's headed for a nasty fall

Oh my oh my I hope pray tell

She hits the ground and breaks her shell



She's a mad mad girl

A mad mad girl