Glow Girl

Separates and lingerie, seven pairs of shoes
Lots of Woolworth's makeup, a pair of Black Watch trews
Your out-of-tune piano, sentimental photographs
A million little memories, a million little laughsThe 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 soundIt's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl
It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl
It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl
It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl