She likes to steal,
And she thinks it’s funny.
She take’s stuff she doesn’t need,
When she has the money.
She’s here then she’s there
In the blink of an eye.
She kissed a Blount sister
Then punched her in the eye!
She’s hard to fathom
With her cool dark stare.
She’ll walk right past you
Without a care.
She’s a real Misfit,
Of that there’s no doubt.
But she’ll help her companions,
To them she is devout.