Goodbye Girl

Goodbye Girl
(Difford/Tilbrook)

I met her in a bar room
Her name I didn’t catch
She looked like something special
The kind who’d understand
The room was almost spinning
She pulled another smile
She had the grace like pleasure
She had a certain style

She took me to a motel
A room on the second floor
A kettle and two coffees
A number on the door
She said I hardly know you
Agreed we kissed goodnight
I knew that in the morning
Somehow I’d wake to find

I’ve lost my blue address book
My clubroom locker keys
The money in the fur coat
It doesn’t bother me
My wife has moved to Guernsey
So mug is not the word
If you ever see her
Say hello Goodbye Girl

Sunlight on the lino
Woke me with a shake
I looked around to find her but she’d gone
Goodbye Girl

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