You know it really wont surprise me If you're a wreck by the age of fourteen The way you look The way you look is fine So often colour coordinated your sister she's an Eighties fan But that's alright Have I told you so is mine You say your life will be the death of you Tell me, do you wash your hair in honey dew ? And long for all of them to fall in love with you But they never do Drinking vodka on the fly Your mother has a watchful eye So look out kid She's onto you this time Run away to a bed and breakfast Console yourself with the Reader's Digest Ringing the Yellow Pages all alone You say your life will be the death of you Tell me, do you wash your hair in honey dew ? And long for all of them to fall in love with you But they never do    No they never do     (x2) You say your life will be the death of you Tell me, do you wash your hair in honey dew ? And long for all of them to fall in love with you But they never do    No they never do     I'm gonna tell you something good about yourself I'll say it now and I'll never say it about no one else