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