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
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 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
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 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
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 No they never do
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 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