|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