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 a 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