(John Hiatt)She paints her fingernails forbidden tonesShe wants nervous youth on the telephoneHe don't callShe sticks another pinIn her dollAnd puts it next to her stuffed animalsShe got the tube topShe got the french heelsShe got the blow dryShe got her eyes peeledShe got the tight jeansSeventeen magazineShe got it allShe got it allShe got it allIn her pink bedroomShe thinks all her boyfriends are so dumbShe drinks coca-cola with valiumMother callsShe sticks another pinIn her dollAnd lets those fingers talk her into itShe got the lip glossShe got the short shortsShe got her recordsAnd they're all importsShe got her good looksShe got her yearbookShe got it allShe got it allShe got it allIn her pink bedroomThey say they got her future down at the deskNow they're drawing blood for the grown-up testSomething crawlsBeneath her lily skinAnd her dollIs so relieved she's lost her innocenceIt was a teen gameNow we're seriousIt's all customisedDon't get curiousShe got her pensionAnd your attentionShe got it allShe got it allShe got it allIn her pink bedroom
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