Got no gaps in your teeth? You must be happy. Cola bottles, sugar coated. We've had sugar to eat, don't try and stop me. Flying saucers filled with sherbet.
Got no gaps in your teeth? You must be happy. Cola bottles, sugar coated. We've had sugar to eat, don't try and stop me. Flying saucers filled with sherbet.
Yeah, we wanna star in an eighties movie. American bratpack members, truly. Yeah, we want big hair, permed and curly. So we can wear shades, looking mean and surly.
Skinny Tie says we forgot the eighties too quickly. Like when the aesthetic mattered. More than the content and the streaks in your hair. Were louder than your guitars.
(t-shirts, dresses, books, stickers) the bargain beauty. (seven inches, shoes, glitter) she loves the sales. (hairdye, chocolate, toys, pictures) shops for her friends.
It's hip and I'm square and I'm there, I don't care. To be seen to have been, to be part of a scene. And I don't give a damn, I'm not part of their plan.
today, when everything's changed. i'm feeling quite strange. it's not in my head. and it just gets in my way. we've done nothing wrong. it's taken so long.