Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes,
Lots of Woolworths 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 aint getting no higher.
All you wanted from me, all I had to give,
Nothing matters youll see, when in paradise you live,
The plane is diving faster, were getting near the ground,
Nobody is screaming, no one makes a sound.
Its a girl, Mrs. Walker, its a girl,
Its a girl, Mrs. Walker, its a girl,
Its a girl, Mrs. Walker, its a girl,
Its a girl, Mrs. Walker, its a girl.

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