Eighties Fan

You know it really won't surprise me If you're a wreck by the age of fourteen The way you look The way you look is fine So often color-coordinated Your sister she's an eighties fan That's all right Have I told you so is mine You say your life will be the death of you Tell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew And long for all of them to fall in love with you But they never do Drinking vodka on the fire Your mother has a watchful eye So look out kid She's onto you this time Run away to a bed and breakfast Console yourself with the Reader's Digest Ringing yellow pages on the moon You say your life will be the death of you Tell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew And long for all of them to fall in love with you But they never do No they never do I'm gonna tell you something good about yourself I'll say it now and I'll never say it about no one else I'm gonna tell you something good about yourself I'll say it now and I'll never say it about no one else About no one else