She is deliciously tall sort of a long girl She is delightfully small sort of a song girl She freely admits to the world that she was a wrong girl That's nothing compare to the fact that she is a gone girl Gone like a knock on the door gone with yesterday and before Gone with the wind for ever more She'd never laid claim to the fact that she was a strong girl So why should I loudly proclaim 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... La la la la la...