Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes, Lots of Woolworthīs 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 ainīt getting no higher.
All you wanted from me, all I had to give, Nothing matters youīll see, when in paradise you live, The plane is diving faster, weīre getting near the ground, Nobody is screaming, no one makes a sound.
Itīs a girl, Mrs. Walker, itīs a girl, Itīs a girl, Mrs. Walker, itīs a girl, Itīs a girl, Mrs. Walker, itīs a girl, Itīs a girl, Mrs. Walker, itīs a girl.
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