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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