Bougainvillea, I Think

Well I'm trying to remember the flower that she'd wear

She picked them from the wall out in the garden that we shared

Where we'd sit and talk for hours with a beer and cigarettes

She was my neighbor and I was her friendShe was born in Argentina, lived a while in Mexico

Raised a family in Los Feliz with some actor I didn't know

And I would listen to her stories 'til the beer sent me to bed

She was my neighbor and I was her friendBut as I think about it now, it occurs to me

After all this time I can't recall her name

But if I try, I might recall the name of the flower on that wall

Shades of purple, red and pink

Bougainvillea, I think

Well I moved away some years ago

So now I guess she's gone

But her stories somehow haunt me and they help me right my songs

Just a kind and sweet old lady

With her flowers on her her

She was my neighbor and she was my friend

So as I think about it now it seems strange to me

That after all that time I can't picture her face

But I can picture in my mind, the shape and the colour of that vine

Shades of purple, red and pink

Bougainvillea, I think

Shades of purple, red and pink

Bougainvillea, I think

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