Crystal Gayle - Old Boyfriends lyrics
[Crystal Gayle - Old Boyfriends lyrics]
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
Not places for remembering old boyfriends
All my 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
Not places for remembering old boyfriends
All my old boyfriends old boyfriends