When I talked to Molly

The first time I talked to molly
There was chaos at the bank
People lost their money
And interest rates just stank

The second time I talked to molly
There was a robbery at my corner shop
All the meat was taken
Including the lamb chop

The third time I talked to molly
I went and broke my arm
She said that it was my fault
For going to my cousin's farm

The last time I talked to molly
I cut my hand on glass
I said, "That's it I've had enough!"
And she kicked me in the . . . face