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.