My Old Flames

She was my old flame
I can never remember her name;

she often tried to bite me,
at times it did excite me,

she was my old flame.

My gal Christine
she was pretty, slender, and mean;

she was such a vamp,
in fact was quite the tramp,

she was but a teen.

Then came Shirl
who really made my life twirl;

when she left me I got sad,
She treated me so bad,

thought she was the girl.

Then came Anne
I feared she might be a man;

she'd slap me on my ass,
and was built like Mama Cass,

from her I finally ran.

Next came Betty
we always got busy, and sweaty;

we both had hated Nixon,
she really was a vixen,

she was always "ready".

They were my old flames
I can never remember their names;

they always tried to bite me,
at times it did excite me,

they're all my old flames.