You never told me of your other faces. You were the widow of a wild cat. And now I know about your special kisses. And I know you know where that's at. I guess I recognise your destination. I think I see beneath your make-up. What you want is sort of separation. This is no ordinary. This is no ordinary. (Ah ah ah). 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 a way to find a situation. And hold a candle to your high-life disguise. You caught me kneeling at your sister'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. (Ah ah ah). 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