Luyện nghe bài hát Spring Collection

Wide eyes and corkscrew
Tied with lace you found
gloss on lipstick smile
Wound up to spin for a while

Black with tortured seams
Don't that much to me
Cool shades and tears
All hide your years

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 dress to kill and now you're me

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

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

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

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

In your collection
You're another girl with stars in your eyes
We could have been there and
But I wanna go home with you