Eighties Fan Lyrics - Singles - Camera Obscura

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'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 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 moon 

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 

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