All American Girl

To be that good it must be taxin’ No such thing as satisfaction You’re makin’ things happen while I’m relaxin’ 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 worlds 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 feelin’ Not to mention a sexual healin’ But every now and then I get to the kneelin’ 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