She was the girl with the tie-dyed cursl,
And a permanent sneer on her lips.
She told the other girls she was the queen of the world;
She had all the cards at her fingertips.
Who'd have ever thought she had it bad?
Who'd have ever guessed the misfortunes she had?
Most people wanted to be her;
None of us knew They beat her.
Come Monday Morning we'll no more see her,
In her long sleeves, in longs sleeves, in long sleeves.
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