Lost in the pocket of your overcoat,
Like burned out lite bulbs on a Ferris Wheel.
Old Boy friends,
You remember the kinds of cars they drove,
Parking in an orange grove.
He fell in love you see,
With someone that I used to be.
Tho I very seldom think of him,
Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin's
Blue satin dress can make the window
Like a dream
Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else,
Now they talk endlessly
In a drawer where I keep
Remember when you were burning for them?
Why do you keep turning them into
They look you up when they're in town
To see if they can still burn you down
You fell in love you see
With someone that I used to be
Turn up every time it rains,
Fall out of the pages in a magazine
Girls fill up the bars every spring,
Not places for remembering.
All my old boyfriends
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