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All American Girl

 

All American Girl

(album: My Private Nation - 2003)


To be that good, it must be taxing
No such thing as satisfaction
You're making things happen while I'm relaxing
Like a Sunday afternoon
My dad used to tell me I was lazy
I got dance moves like Patrick Swayze
I'm the left over turkey for the world's mayonnaisey
The star next to the moon

Now I know I'm just here to amuse you
And I don't mean to abuse you
But if I could just use you one time

Tell me what it's like
To be the queen of it all
The Neiman Marcus of the Mall
And tell me what it's like to be the one and only
All American Girl

Now I never had a supernatural feeling
Not to mention a sexual healing
But every now and then I get to the kneeling
To thank him for it all
But you probably got some inside connection
So many numbers that you gotta rolodex them
So much muscle that you never gotta flex them
To catch you when you fall

And I know I'm just here to amuse you
And I don't mean to confuse you
But if I could just use you one more time

Tell me what it's like to be the house on the hill
The number one diet pill
And tell me what it's like to be the one and only
All American Girl

Now I bet you won't say you get crazy
Or that you don't shave your legs
When you're lazy
Or that you're just like everybody else in the world
You just got lucky, that's all

And I know you're not here to amuse me
But you sure know how to confuse me
So if I could just ask you once again

To tell me what it's like to be a star on the rise
A breakfast cereal prize
And tell me what it's like to be the one and only
All American Girl
The All American Girl
The all amazing crazy girl

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