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