Gone Girl

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 La la la...