By Dave Fenton
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Wide eyes and corkscrew hair
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Tied with lace you found somewhere
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Hard gloss on lipstick smile
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Wound up tight to spin for a while
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Black jeans with tortured seams
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Don't mean that much to me
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Cool shades and dayglo tears
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All hide your sixteen years
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But I don't like to say my thoughts out loud
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But I'm liking too much what I see
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You flirt with every little boy in town
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You dress to kill and now you're killing me
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In your spring collection
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You're just another girl with stars in your eyes
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I could have been there and back
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But I don't want to go home with you
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Don't like your plastic shoes
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Don't like your hair dyed blue
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Don't like your damned new rose
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Don't like your casual pose
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I don't wanna go out tonight
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But I don't wanna sit here 'cos there's nothing on the radio
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You're coming round tonight
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In your parachute suit that you bought in Portobello
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I often call your name out loud
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And try to tell you what I'm going through
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You'd sooner hang around with all your crowd
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'Cos they all pose and think and dress like you
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In your spring collection
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You're just another girl with stars in your eyes
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We could have been there and back
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But I don't wanna go home with you
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Spring collection
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| The Vapors |
