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.