| She was sinister but she was happy
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| Basically she was the Jeanne Moreau type
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| Sinister but she was happy
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| Sinister but she was always pleased to see you
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| And her living words
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| Were her dying words
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| She said «Yeah.»
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| She was sinister but she was happy
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| With a cheery smile and poison blowpipe
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| Sinister but she was happy
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| Like a kind of spider half-inclined to free you
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| Her lopsided grin made it so hard to win
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| She said:
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| «Alright you are -- and your promises
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| Are just promises -- but a sinister little
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| Wave of a hand goes a long, long way
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| In these troubled times.»
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| She was sinister but she was happy
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| And you can’t say that of everybody can you?
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| Sinister but she was happy
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| Like a chandelier festooned with leeches
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| And she rolled along
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| Till she came on strong and she said:
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| «Alright you are and your promises
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| Just are promises -- but a sinister little
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| Wave of a hand goes a long, long way
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| In these troubled times.» |