She paints her fingernails forbidden tones

She wants nervous youth on the telephone

He don't call, she sticks another pin in her doll

And puts it next to her stuffed animals



She got the tube top, she got the French heels

She got the blow dry, she got her eyes peeled

She got the tight jeans, seventeen magazine

She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom



She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb

She drinks Coca-Cola with Valium

Mother calls, she sticks another pin in her doll

And lets those fingers talk her into it



She got the lip gloss, she got the short shorts

She got her records and they're all imports

She got her good looks, she got her yearbook

She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom



They say they got her future down at the desk

Now they're drawing blood for the grown-up test

Something crawls beneath her lily skin

And her doll is so relieved, she's lost her innocence



It was a teen game now we're serious

It's all customized, don't get curious

She got her pension and your attention

She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom

Writer : JOHN HIATT
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC