Lyrics Rosanne Cash

Rosanne Cash

Pink Bedroom

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 customized, 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