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.