Spring collection — текст песни (The Vapors)

By Dave Fenton

Wide eyes and corkscrew hair
Tied with lace you found somewhere
Hard gloss on lipstick smile
Wound up tight to spin for a while

Black jeans with tortured seams
Don`t mean that much to me
Cool shades and dayglo tears
All hide your sixteen years

But I don`t like to say my thoughts out loud
But I`m liking too much what I see
You flirt with every little boy in town
You dress to kill and now you`re killing me
In your spring collection
You`re just another girl with stars in your eyes
I could have been there and back
But I don`t want to go home with you

Don`t like your plastic shoes
Don`t like your hair dyed blue
Don`t like your damned new rose
Don`t like your casual pose

I don`t wanna go out tonight
But I don`t wanna sit here `cos there`s nothing on the radio
You`re coming round tonight
In your parachute suit that you bought in Portobello

I often call your name out loud
And try to tell you what I`m going through
You`d sooner hang around with all your crowd
`Cos they all pose and think and dress like you
In your spring collection
You`re just another girl with stars in your eyes
We could have been there and back
But I don`t wanna go home with you