This is a story about a girl I knew from Birmingham townThat's where she's bornThe last time I met her I sure won't forgetIt was on Hay StreetOn the Armageddon MallShe walked with her mummy hand in handHeld her face so high in the airNo one was right to them, sheOn the first day in school on that same dayCharlie running naked around the yardThe headmaster saw her and laughed at his wifeShe's the girl right for meHe sent for the girl and that's just the nameCharlie running naked around the yardCharlie hands, that might be the sameAnd sweet Charlie joinsIn the baby's carAnd takes her to kingdom comeThe one happy, the onlyHeThe Lady Miss TaylorNo go LolWhy are you crying?Why are you crying?Call my motherWhy are you holding that now?She soon left school, that wasn't a thingShe'd rather like to do nasty things in the streetsAnd when she was dead on her dying dayMen from all over town had saw her in mindOn her tomb an inscription was putJogger the sweet, we remembered she wouldThe substitute for the wiseJogger the sweet, we remembered she would