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
Dont mean that much to me
Cool shades and dayglo tears
All hide your sixteen years

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

Dont like your plastic shoes
Dont like your hair dyed blue
Dont like your damned new rose
Dont like your casual pose

I dont wanna go out tonight
But I dont wanna sit here cos theres nothing on the radio
Youre 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 Im going through
Youd sooner hang around with all your crowd
cos they all pose and think and dress like you
In your spring collection
Youre just another girl with stars in your eyes
We could have been there and back
But I dont wanna go home with you