Old Boyfriends,

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

All my



Old Boyfriends

Remember when you were burning for them?

Why do you keep turning them into

Old Boyfriends?

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



Old Boyfriends

Turn up every time it rains,

Fall out of the pages in a magazine

Old Boyfriends.

Girls fill up the bars every spring,

Not places for remembering.

Old boyfriends

All my old boyfriends

Old boyfriends