Well, I'm trying to remember the flower that she'd wear 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 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 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 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