Lyrics:

All your old boyfriends
Lost in the pocket of your overcoat
Like burned out light bulbs on a Ferris Wheel

All your old boyfriends
You remember the kinds of cars they drove
Parking in an orange grove

All your old boyfriends
They look you up when they're in town
To see if they can still burn you down

All your old boyfriends
You remember when you were burning for them?
Oh, why do you keep turning them in?

All your old boyfriends
They turn up every time it rains
Fall out of the pages in a magazine

All your old boyfriends
Girls fill up the bars every spring
Not places for remembering

All your old boyfriends
All your old boyfriends
All your old boyfriends