And all the levels are flat Ready in three, two, one Hengie, Hengie, your make-up has melted Hengie, Hengie, confide in cats Number more your steps (Number more your steps) Number more your steps When you're walking back (When you're walking back) When you're walking back, back home Oh Hengie, dust your cinema-star rags (Here we go, stand by, ready, three, two) Hengie, Hengie, your make-up has melted Hengie, oh, Hengie, confide in cats Number more your steps (Number more your steps) Number more your steps When you're walking back (When you're walking back) When you're walking back, 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 Borderline 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 Borderline