Luyện nghe bài hát Spring Collection

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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