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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, she sticks another pin in her doll |
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And puts it next to her stuffed animals |
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She got the tube top, she got the French heels |
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She got the blow dry, she got her eyes peeled |
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She got the tight jeans, seventeen magazine |
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She got it all, she got it all, she got it all 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, she sticks another pin in her doll |
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And lets those fingers talk her into it |
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She got the lip gloss, she got the short shorts |
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She got her records and they're all imports |
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She got her good looks, she got her yearbook |
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She got it all, she got it all, she got it all 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 beneath her lily skin |
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And her doll is so relieved, she's lost her innocence |
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It was a teen game now we're serious |
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It's all customized, don't get curious |
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She got her pension and your attention |
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She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom |
