Gone Girl

She is deliciously tall sort of a long girl
She is delightfully small sort of a song girl
She freely admit's to the world that
She was a wrong girl
That's nothing compare 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

Gone like a knock on the door
Gone with yesterday and before
Gone with the wind for ever more