Pink Bedroom

歌詞

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