(Verse 1) The Liar's Bar, a smoky haze, Old Martha entered, through the maze. A sweet sherry, she did ask, While eyes did dart, a cunning task. (Chorus) Martha's hands, a blur so quick, Wallets vanished, with every trick. Her coat grew wide, a hidden store, As she lifted more and more. (Verse 2) A gambler's purse, a lady's clutch, Martha's fingers, had a magic touch. Each pocket picked, with silent grace, A sly old fox, in this smoky place. (Verse 3) The night grew late, the music swelled, As Martha's secret, she withheld. A wink, a nod, a knowing smile, She'd played her game, with cunning style. (Outro) With pockets full, and sherry sweet, Martha vanished, down the street. A legend whispered, in the night, Of the old lady, and her thieving flight.
