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
