Old Boyfriends

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 mannequin's 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 they're 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 mannequin's 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 Dark places for remembering Old boyfriends All my old boyfriends Old boyfriends