John Hiatt Follow

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 him 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 her 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
And now they're drawing blood for the grownup 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 customized, don't get curious
We got your pension and your attention
We got it all, we got it all, we got it all
We got it all, we got it all, we got it all
From your pink bedroom