And then she was gonenNot a word or a songnShe was lovednShe was notnnYesterdays phasenMeans nothing todaynAlone in this placenShe let gonShe let gonnGoodbyenGoodbyennThe girl of last yearnLives out yesterday’s fearsnHit the floornSing no morennHer delicate formnNow sung by the doornSo long unadorednShe let gonnShe let gonnThe girl of last yearnThe girl of last yearnThe girl of last yearnnn