Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes
Lots of Woolworth's makeup, a pair of Blackwatch 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 (Mrs. Walker, it's a girl)
It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl (Mrs. Walker, it's a girl)
It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl (Mrs. Walker, it's a girl)

Copyright: Abkco Music Inc., Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): PETER DENNIS BLANDFOR TOWNSHEND