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 compared to
the fact that she is a gone girl
She'd 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
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