Mags took her off to France for the crack
When she left, she was sallow and fair
But when she came home she was blacker than black
All thanks to the New Vaseline Intensive Care
Our “stick insect” went through a “semi-goth” stage
She might have ended in jail
Drinking cider was all the rage
In that haunted house behind Meadowvale
Mad into cars – she dreamt of the day
When she could buy a Mc Laren
She’d also buy, I hasten to say –
A clapped out Mini – for her sisters Eimear and Karen.
Her mom looks down on this night
So proud of the girl that she made
She’ll always be in you and her special light
Will never ever fade.