She paints her fingernails "forbidden tones" She wants her other suiter on the telephone He don't call She sticks another pin in her doll And puts him next to her stuffed animals She's got the tube top, she's got the french heels She's got the blow-dry, she's got her eyes peeled She got her tight jeans, "17" magazine She's got it all she's got it all she's got it all In her pink bedroom She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb She drinks Coca Cola with her Valium Mother call She sticks another pin in her doll And lets those fingers talk her into it She's got the lip gloss, she's got the short shorts She's got her records, and they're all imports She got her good looks and her year book She's got it all she's got it all she's got it all In her pink bedroom They say they got her future down at the desk Now they're drawing straws 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 they're serious And so customer don't get curious You got your pension, and your attention They got it all, they got it all, they got it all They got it all, they got it all, they got it all They got it all, they got it all, they got it all In her pink bedroom