Mad Mad Girl Watch the girls she's very sad She's on the verge of going mad She's out to play but isn't fun And always firing her gun She walks the line without a net Is scared as hell to fall you bet She's full of love but loves to hate And leaves the shocked bent outta shape Chorus: She's a mad mad girl Oh! she's a mad mad girl A mad mad girl Candles tea and cigarettes She's happy with her little pets The beaujolais will make her cry I wonder why, I wonder why She stands before us all in white Upon the stage under the lights Her sex devouring the crowd Has left the brave to shout aloud Like humpty dumpty on the wall She's headed for a nasty fall Oh my oh my I hope pray tell She hits the ground and breaks her shell She's a mad mad girl A mad mad girl