I woke up this morning feeling kinda icky I looked in a mirror, found I turned into a hippy I went to the closet where my black clothes were Pulled out a multi-coloured jumper and a blue denim skirt
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my Idea of fun I think my, I think my, I think my Dark days are done This is not my, This is not my, This is not my Idea of fun I think I, I think I, I think I'm Turning into my mum
And in sanatorium everybody frowned Cause I burned my hair, died it light brown Get no joy from none of my CDs All I wanna listen to is tapes of the Bee Gees
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my Idea of fun I think my, I think my, I think my Dark days are done This is not my, This is not my, This is not my Idea of fun I think I, I think I, I think I'm Turning into my mum
I cried so much, I was so cut up When the doctor said: There's nothing wrong, you're just growing up I rushed home and put on some black PVC Coz' I ain't gonna let that happen to me
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my Idea of fun I think my, I think my, I think my Dark days are done This is not my, This is not my, This is not my Idea of fun I think I, I think I, I think I'm Turning into my mum
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