There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good, she was very, very good
And when she was bad, she was horrid.
So this little girl and her little curl
Grew up into a beautiful lady.
When she got her way, she was all sweetness and light
But whenever crossed, she was shady.
Some murders occurred in her neighborhood
The police couldn't find the right suspect.
She couldn't help but smile as she read the news,
Knowing people aren't always what you expect.