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.

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