Circa: 1988

Haircuts like ABC I know you won't speak to me

Make-up hides your eyes, fashion's a big disguise, lies, skies
All wearing thin
Boyfriends as good as dead, you've got a car instead
Meet me with the trains above town

Lips red or it won't do, will they always remember you?

I can live with a lack of cool and
I can watch you from a top floor window but I
Won't follow you