She paints her fingernails “forbidden tones”   She wants her other suiter on the telephone   He don’t call   She sticks another pin …in her doll   And puts him next to her stuffed animals   She’s got the tube top, she’s got the french heels   She’s got the blow-dry, she’s got her eyes peeled   She got her tight jeans, “17” magazine   She’s got it all…she’s got it all…she’s got it all   In her pink bedroom      She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb   She drinks Coca Cola with her Valium   Mother call   She sticks another pin…in her doll   And lets those fingers talk her into it   She’s got the lip gloss, she’s got the short shorts   She’s got her records, and they’re all imports   She got her good looks and her year book   She’s got it all…she’s got it all…she’s got it all   In her pink bedroom      They say they got her future down at the desk   Now they’re drawing straws 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 they’re serious   And so customer …don’t get curious   You got your pension, and your attention   They got it all, they got it all, they got it all   They got it all, they got it all, they got it all   They got it all, they got it all, they got it all   In her …pink …bedroom