Eighties fan by camera obscura

You know it really wont surprise me/ If you're a wreck by the age of fourteen/ The way you look/ The way you look is fine/

So often colour coordinated/ your sister she's an Eighties fan/ But that's alright/ 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 honey dew?/ And long for all of them to fall in love with you/ But they never do/

Drinking vodka on the fly/ 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 the Yellow Pages all alone/

You say your life will be the death of you/ Tell me, do you wash your hair in honey dew?/ 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/