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 is 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 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 road
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
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 is 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 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 road
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
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