She was sinister but she was happy
Basically she was the Jeanne Moreau type
Sinister but she was happy
Sinister but she was always pleased to see you
And her living words were her dying words
She said, "Yeah"
She was sinister but she was happy
With a cheery smile and poison blowpipe
Sinister but she was happy
Like a kind of spider half inclined to free you
Her lopsided grin made it so hard to win
She said, "Alright you are
And your promises are just promises
But a sinister little
Wave of a hand goes a long, long way in these troubled times"
She was sinister but she was happy
And you can't say that of everybody, can you?
Sinister but she was happy
Like a chandelier festooned with leeches
And she rolled along till she came on strong
And she said, "Alright you are
And your promises just are promises
But a sinister little
Wave of a hand goes a long, long way in these troubled times"