Everytime I'm paging down my memory
Just before I'm headed to bed
I somehow always linger around Patricia d
Maybe it was something she said
Don't know where she picked up her astronomy
Asking always makes her upset
I don't know why she always dressed in front of me
Maybe it was something she read
All she learned in school was
How to chew on all the money could buy
Every boy she knew
Always lost a screw saying goodbye
Wonder if she ever gets to look back
I don't know if her hair is still red
She never liked my jokings about heartaches
Maybe it was something she had
Maybe it was something she had
