Wide eyes and corkscrew hair Tied with lace you found somewhere Hard gloss on lipstick smile Wound up tight to spin for a while Black jeans with tortured seams Don't mean that much to me Cool shades and dayglo tears All hide your sixteen years But I don't like to say my thoughts out loud But I'm liking too much what I see You flirt with every little boy in town You dress to kill and now you're killing me In your spring collection You're just another girl with stars in your eyes I could have been there and back But I don't want to go home with you Don't like your plastic shoes Don't like your hair dyed blue Don't like your damned new rose Don't like your casual pose I don't wanna go out tonight But I don't wanna sit here 'cos there's nothing on the radio You're coming round tonight In your parachute suit that you bought in Portobello I often call your name out loud And try to tell you what I'm going through You'd sooner hang around with all your crowd 'Cos they all pose and think and dress like you In your spring collection You're just another girl with stars in your eyes We could have been there and back But I don't wanna go home with you