I had a dream …
About a women I loved.
She seemed to love me too.
Soon single without a clue.
Was I really loved?
Or was it just the denim?
I heard she met a man named Stan.
Together for a while,
Then she split again.
Moving on to Spain,
Spontaneity is her style.
I wonder if it’s still never nylon.
Now I drink whisky,
Still don’t have a woman.
She’s probably got another guy.
I wrote a letter asking why?
She sent a telegram
“I switched to vinyl.”
(This is based on an earlier version that I is currently misplaced.)
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