Pink Bedroom

(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