You never told me of your other faces you were the widow of the wildcat and now I know about your special kisses and I know you know where that's at I'm not the queen so there's no need to bow I think I see beneath your make-up I'll take your dress and we can truck on out this is no ordinary this is no ordinary oh what a criminal world the boys are like baby-faced girls what a criminal girl she'll show you where to shoot your gun what a typical mother's son the only thing that she enjoys is a criminal world where the girls are like baby-faced boys you've got a very heavy reputation but no one knows about your low-life I know the way to find a situation and hold a candle to your high-life disguise I saw you kneeling at my brother's door that was no ordinary stick-up I'm well aware just what you're looking for I am no ordinary I am no ordinary... she'll show you where to shoot your gun what a typical mother's son the only thing that she enjoys is a criminal world where the girls are like baby-faced boys