LYRIC
She picked them from the wall out in the garden that we shared
Where we'd sit and talk for hours with a beer and cigarettes
She was my neighbor and I was her friend
She was born in Argentina, lived a while in Mexico
Raised a family in Los Feliz with some actor I didn't know
And I would listen to her stories 'til the beer sent me to bed
She was my neighbor and I was her friend [Chorus] But as I think about it now, it occurs to me
After all this time I can't recall her name
But if I try, I might recall the name of the flower on that wall
Shades of purple, red and pink
Bougainvillea, I think [Verse 2] Well I moved away some years ago
So now I guess she's gone
But her stories somehow haunt me and they help me right my songs
Just a kind and sweet old lady
With her flowers on her her
She was my neighbor and she was my friend [Chorus] So as I think about it now it seems strange to me
That after all that time I can't picture her face
But I can picture in my mind, the shape and the colour of that vine
Shades of purple, red and pink
Bougainvillea, I think
Shades of purple, red and pink
Bougainvillea, I think
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