It was always nice when they were fresh. Oh, those happy hours when you could move their face parts around and they would stay that way and you could paint them the way you wanted and dress them in that blouse Mother loved and they would be all yours and they didn’t smell yet. It was always so nice when they were fresh.
Seriously: even if he isn’t the famous Big Bopper Killer the papers are all talking about, and even if she isn’t dead, she’s not really into this scene as much as the title suggests. It’s almost as if she’s cast her mind six boyfriends into the future. She’s seeing cars at this point. Free cars.