The saddest of all the sights
Is a werewolf in laddered tights.
Coming home at half past one
From a night of dancing fun
To find her tights have run
From her drunken late night fights.
Her make up's all been smeared
Just as poor old wolfie feared.
One heel is broken too.
What can a were-girl do
When you're a sexy glam-wolf who
Just ends up looking wered?