Circa: 1988 lyrics

Haircuts like ABC I know you won't speak to me Make-up hides your eyes, fashion's a big disguise, lies, skies All wearing thin Boyfriends as good as dead, you've got a car instead Meet me with the trains above town Lips red or it won't do, will they always remember you? I can live with a lack of cool and I can watch you from a top floor window but I Won't follow you