Ode to Ex-Girlfriends | NHD

🎵 Ode to Ex-Girlfriends | NHD 🎵 - Length: 0:4:27

Ode to Ex-Girlfriends - Written by Alex Dezen Recorded Live September 21, 2023 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: Kelly was the girl on the top swing She gave me nicknames and paintings Her father was dying of something That she didn't understand He was a great cook And a kind man Always, once a year Usually when the snow appears I look her up She never replies Probably wishes I would die I left her for My now ex-wife To all the lovers I wrote love letters And all their mothers who bought me nice sweaters To all of them, I hereby extend This ode to ex-girlfriends Ashley was the girl from Cambridge She was a vegan and brutally honest Her mother was French And never liked me I could always tell We saw a jazz band in a hotel But when I’m in Chicago We get dairy-free gelato And she looks sad “I wish you were happy,” she says And I just start laughing "Jesus, I'm just fine” But she’s knows I’m lying To all the lovers I wrote love letters And all their mothers who bought me nice sweaters To all of them, I hereby extend This ode to ex-girlfriends Laura was the girl in the boys pants She was a big fan of They Might Be Giants Her parents were Cuban and Spanish Hair just like a willow tree That I would climb in When she kissed me We said we would meet in 1998 In Central Park And right there in the snow She was standing all alone Like Alice in that wonderland To all the lovers I wrote love letters And all their mothers who bought me nice sweaters To all of them, I hereby extend This ode to ex-girlfriends Elizabeth was the girl from the East Side We never dated, but kissed a few times We used to get high after school When her parents were out of town I'd tickle her arm till I passed out I saw her at a bar Stumbling into someone's car Five years later She kissed me on the neck But was aiming for my cheek Her hair smelled sweet And she died the next week To all the lovers I wrote love letters And all their mothers who bought me nice sweaters To all of them, I hereby extend This ode to ex-girlfriends This ode to ex-girlfriends This ode to ex-girlfriends