Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes,

Lots of Woolworth's makeup, a pair of Black Watch trews,

Your out-of-tune piano, sentimental photographs,

A million little memories, a million little laughs.



The wing of the airplane has just caught on fire,

I say without reservation we ain't getting no higher.



All you wanted from me, all I had to give,

Nothing matters you'll see, when in paradise you live,

The plane is diving faster, we're getting near the ground,

Nobody is screaming, no one makes a sound.



It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl,

It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl,

It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl,

It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl.

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