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You never told me of your other faces You were the widow of a wild cat And now I know about your special kisses And I know you know where that's at I guess I recognize your destination I think I see beneath your make-up What you want is sort of separation This is no ordinary This is no ordinary (ah, ah, ah) What a criminal world The boys are like baby-faced girls What a criminal girl She'll show you where to shoot your gun What a typical mother's son The only thing that she enjoys Is a criminal worl Where the girls are like baby-faced boys You've got a very heavy reputation But no one knows about your low-life