Glow Girl - The Who

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