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 him 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 her 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 And now they're drawing blood for the grownup 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 We got your pension And your attention We got it all We got it all We got it all We got it all We got it all We got it all From your pink bedroomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
