Hengie,your make-up has melted Hengie,confide in cats Number more your steps when you're walking 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 Border Line. 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 Border Line.