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  • 作曲 : David Fenton/The Vapors
    制作人 : Vic Coppersmith-Heaven
    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
    In your spring collection
    You dress to kill and now you're killing me
    I could have been there and back
    You're just another girl with stars in your eyes
    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
  • 作曲 : David Fenton/The Vapors
    制作人 : Vic Coppersmith-Heaven
    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
    In your spring collection
    You dress to kill and now you're killing me
    I could have been there and back
    You're just another girl with stars in your eyes
    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