she is the New Wave queen leaded gasoline in all the magazines on the scene, i look for you talking on the phone and every word, i'm hangin' on let's talk about the Beach Boys psychedelic rendez-vous at 2 remember Melrose and the Llasha Club? the Three O'Clock? your mini-skirts have gotten shorter with the 90's pop and you know this song is from the heart, to you Pop Tarte let's put some records on live at the Budakon purple lipstick luck Pop Tarte, i wrote this song for you the Who yeah you have your reasons why when you left, i didn't cry colours roll around my eyes colours made Brian smile on the outside looking in on the inside there's your skin.