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  • 作词 : John Hiatt
    作曲 : John Hiatt
    (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
  • 作词 : John Hiatt
    作曲 : John Hiatt
    (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