Luyện nghe bài hát Spring Collection

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

Black jeans with seams
Don't mean much to me
Cool shades and tears
All hide your sixteen

But I like to say, my thoughts out loud
But I'm liking too what I see
You flirt every little boy in town
You to kill and now you're killing me

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

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

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

I often your name out loud
And try to tell you what I'm through
You'd sooner hang with all your crowd
'Cos they all pose and think and dress you

In your spring
You're another girl with stars in your eyes
We could have been and back
But I don't go home with you