Camera Obscura - Eighties Fan lyrics

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 around 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 the Yellow Pages all alone

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

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