You know it really won't surprise me
if you're a wreck by the age of 14,
the way you look, the way you look is fine.
So often calico words in eighties
your sister she's an eighties fan,
that's alright, 'cause i've told you so is mine.

You say our life would be the death of you,
tell me do you wash your hair in honey juice.
I'll long for all of them to fall in love with you,
but they never do.

Drinking vodka on the fire,
mother has a watchful eye so look again,
she's onto you this time.
Run away to a bed and breakfast,
console yourself with the Reader's Digest.
Grey and yellow pages all alone.

You say our life would be the death of you,
tell me do you wash your hair in honey juice.
I'll long for all of them to fall in love with you,
but they never do, no they never do.

You say our life would be the death of you,
tell me do you wash your hair in honey juice.
I'll long for all of them to fall in love with you,
but they never do, no they never do.

I'm going to tell you something good about yourself...
and i'll say it loud and i'll never say it 'bout no one else