Luyện nghe bài hát Spring Collection

Wide eyes and hair
Tied with you found somewhere
Hard gloss on lipstick
Wound up tight to for a while

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

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

In your collection
You're just another girl with stars in your
I could have there and back
But I don't to go home with you

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

I don't go out tonight
But I don't sit here 'cos there's nothing on the radio
coming 'round tonight
In your parachute suit that you 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 and think and dress like you

In spring collection
You're just another girl with in your eyes
We could been there and back
But I don't wanna go home you