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 tubetop


She got the french heels


She got the blowdry

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 bedroom