Hengie: Queen Of The Border Line

Hengie,your make-up has melted

hengie,confide in cats

number more your steps

when you’re walking back home

oh hengie, dust your cinema-star rags!

Hengie keeps her tears in a bottle

of cheap french parfum

hengie brings it always with her

she’s a marilyn monroe fan

she’s queen of the border line.

Hengie never sings in the rain

hengie never spreads crumbs of bread

but there’s a little place in her mind

where she feels loved by the crowd

...the carpet rolls ...the flashes shines

welcome hengie:queen of the border line.