Camera Obscura

Eighties Fan

Album: Biggest Bluest Hi-fi [2002]
Author: Tracyanne Campbell

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 colour 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 honey dew?

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 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

 

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