Текст песни John Hiatt - Pink Bedroom
John Hiatt - Pink Bedroom слова песни
She paints her fingernails forbidden tonesShe wants nervous youth on the telephoneHe dont 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 andTheyre 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 theyre drawing blood for the grownup testSomething crawlsBeneath her lily skinAnd her dollIs so relieved shes lost her innocenceIt was a teen gameNow were seriousIts all customizedDont 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