text: Old boyfriends
  Lost in the pocket of your overcoat
  Like burned out light bulbs on a Ferris Wheel
  Old boyfriends
  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
  Though I very seldom think of him
  Nevertheless sometimes a mannequins
  Blue summer dress can make the window like a dream
  Ah, but now those dreams belong to someone else
  Now they talk in their sleep
  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 theyre in town
  To see if they can still burn you down
  He fell in love, you see
  With someone that I used to be
  Though I very seldom think of him
  Nevertheless sometimes a mannequins
  Blue summer dress can make the window like a dream
  Ah, but now those dreams belong to someone else
  Now they talk in their sleep
  In a drawer where I keep all my
  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