She loves to take her clothes off

She's got another fantasy, she lives in flat number twenty three, picked first prize for carnival queen and now she takes her clothes off.

Collects the covers of her magazines, she longs to be another teenage dream, the problem is she's turning forty three, she still takes her clothes off. (...)

Police are looking around at twenty three, they found her hanging from her swollen feet, they saw her dance last in Woolworth street, she loved to take her clothes off.

She got the nickname porta bubble Joan, they found her dead, dead as nails at home. And she said "I'm gonna be another Marilyn, bleach my head and get real thin, and everybody's gonna wanna dance with me".