Criminal World

you never told me of your other faces

you were the widow of the wildcat

and Now I know about your special kisses

and I know you know where that's at

I'm not the queen so there's no need to bow

I think I see beneath your make-up

I'll take your dress and we can truck on out

this is no ordinary

this is no ordinary . . .

oh what a criminal

world

the boys are like baby-faced

girls

what a criminal world

she'll show you where to shoot your gun.

what a typical mother's

son

the only thing that she

enjoys

is a criminal world

where the girls are like baby-faced boys.

you've got a very heavy reputation

but no-one knows about your low-life

I know the way to find the situation

and hold a candle up to your high-life disguise

I saw you kneeling at my brother's door

that was no ordinary stick-up

I'm well aware just what you're looking for

I am no ordinary

I am no ordinary. . .

oh what a criminal world

the boys are like baby-faced girls

what a criminal world

she'll show you where to shoot your gun.

what a typical mother's son

the only thing that she enjoys

is a criminal world

where the girls are like baby-faced boys.