she is the New Wave queenleaded gasolinein all the magazineson the scene, i look for youtalking on the phoneand every word, i’m hangin’ onlet’s talk about the Beach Boyspsychedelic rendez-vous at 2remember Melrose and the Llasha Club?the Three O’Clock?your mini-skirts have gotten shorterwith the 90’s popand you know this song is from the heart,to you Pop Tartelet’s put some records onlive at the Budakonpurple lipstick luckPop Tarte, i wrote this song for youthe Whoyeah you have your reasons whywhen you left, i didn’t crycolours roll around my eyescolours made Brian smileon the outside looking inon the inside there’s your skin.