Eighties Fan - 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 around 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 the Yellow Pages all alone

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

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