Ode to Ex-Girlfriends Songtext
von Alex Dezen

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 probablly 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 them I hear by 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 like me I could always tell.
We saw a jazz band in a hotel.
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 knows I'm lying.


To all the lovers I wrote love letters.
And all their mothers who bought me nice sweaters.
To all them I hear by extend.
This ode to ex-girlfriends

Laura was the girl in the boy's pants.
She was a big fan of They Might Be Giants.
Her parents were killbit and spanish ages 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 standin' 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 them I hear by extend.
This ode to ex-girlfriends

Elizabeth was the girl from the East Side.
We never dated, kissed a few times.
We used to get high after school when her parents were out of town.
I'd tickle her until I passed out.
I saw her at a bar stumblin' into someone's car 5 years later.
She kissed me on the neck but was aimin' for my cheek her hair smelled sweet
but she died the next week.


To all the lovers I wrote love letters.
And all their mothers who bought me nice sweaters.
To all them I hear by extend.
This ode to ex-girlfriends
This ode to ex-girlfriends
This ode to ex-girlfriends