All American Girl

All American Girl
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 aual 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