Luyện nghe bài hát Spring Collection

Wide and corkscrew hair
Tied with lace you somewhere
Hard gloss on lipstick
Wound up tight to spin for a

jeans with tortured seams
Don't that much to me
Cool and Dayglo tears
All hide sixteen years

But I don't to say, my thoughts out loud
But I'm liking too what I see
You with every little boy in town
You dress to and now you're killing me

In spring collection
just another girl with stars in your eyes
I could have been there and
But I don't want to go home you

Don't like your plastic
like your hair dyed blue
Don't your damned new rose
Don't your casual pose

I wanna go out tonight
But I don't wanna sit here 'cos there's nothing on the
You're coming 'round
In parachute suit that you bought in Portobello

I often call name out loud
And try to you what I'm going through
You'd sooner hang around all your crowd
'Cos they all pose and and dress like you

In your collection
You're another girl with stars in your eyes
We could been there and back
But I wanna go home with you