F                  Bb              F
She is deliciously tall, sort of a long girl
F                   Bb               F
She is delightfully small, sort of a song girl

    C                                         Bb    F
She freely admits to the world that she was a wrong girl
       G                       Bb                 F
That's nothing compared to the fact that she is a gone girl


G                        C
Gone like a knock on the door
G                        C
Gone with yesterday and before
G                           C     Bb
Gone with the wind for ever more


She never laid claim to the fact that she was a strong girl
So why should I loudly proclaim that she was a wrong girl

I'd rather think of her name as some sort of song girl
And think poetical things to think of my gone girl


Gone like a knock on the door
Gone with yesterday and before
Gone with the wind for ever more


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