Lyrics:

She paints her fingernails forbidden tonesShe wants nervous youth on the telephoneHe don't callShe sticks another pinIn her dollAnd puts him next to her stuffed animalsShe got the tubetopShe got the french heelsShe got the blowdryShe got her eyes peeledShe got the tight jeansSeventeen magazineShe got it allShe got it allShe got it allIn her pink bedroomShe thinks all her boyfriends are so dumbShe drinks coca-cola with her valiumMother callsShe sticks another pinIn her dollAnd lets those fingers talk her into itShe got the lip glossShe got the short-shortsShe got her records andThey're all importsShe got her good looksShe got her yearbookShe got it allShe got it allShe got it allIn her pink bedroomThey say they got her future down at the deskAnd now they're drawing blood for the grownup testSomething crawlsBeneath her lily skinAnd her dollIs so relieved she's lost her innocenceIt was a teen gameNow we're seriousIt's all customizedDon't get curiousWe got your pensionAnd your attentionWe got it allWe got it allWe got it allWe got it allWe got it allWe got it allFrom your pink bedroom