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 laughs.
    The 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 sound.
    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,
  It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl.