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(John Hiatt) |
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She paints her fingernails forbidden tones |
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She wants nervous youth on the telephone |
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He don't call |
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She sticks another pin |
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In her doll |
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And puts it next to her stuffed animals |
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She got the tube top |
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She got the french heels |
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She got the blow dry |
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She got her eyes peeled |
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She got the tight jeans |
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Seventeen magazine |
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She got it all |
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She got it all |
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She got it all |
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In her pink bedroom |
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She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb |
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She drinks coca-cola with valium |
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Mother calls |
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She sticks another pin |
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In her doll |
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And lets those fingers talk her into it |
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She got the lip gloss |
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She got the short shorts |
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She got her records |
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And they're all imports |
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She got her good looks |
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She got her yearbook |
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She got it all |
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She got it all |
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She got it all |
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In her pink bedroom |
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They say they got her future down at the desk |
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Now they're drawing blood for the grown-up test |
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Something crawls |
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Beneath her lily skin |
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And her doll |
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Is so relieved she's lost her innocence |
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It was a teen game |
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Now we're serious |
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It's all customised |
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Don't get curious |
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She got her pension |
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And your attention |
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She got it all |
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She got it all |
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She got it all |
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In her pink bedroom |
