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