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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