| She wakes up in the morning
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| With a pain in her jet black head
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| A decaf coffee in her hand
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| And a Marlboro red
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| She drives down to the office
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| In her Japanese car
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| With the radio blasting
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| She dreams of taking it too far
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| But today she’ll pay the bills
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| She won’t think about the thrills
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| That pass away
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| She’s an all American girl
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| An all American girl
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| And she will live and die in this man’s world
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| An all American girl
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| Her eyes are black as leather
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| And her hair is killer red
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| How could she keep the baby
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| When she can barely keep her head
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| She don’t owe nobody nothing
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| And she ain’t on the street
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| But these drinks are getting heavy
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| And these lips are getting weak
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| She don’t understand
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| Why she can’t climb out of the sand
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| And break away
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| She’s an all American girl
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| An all American girl
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| And she will live and die in this man’s world
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| An all American girl
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| Her lover never came home
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| And it’s half past three
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| Today her best friend told her
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| He’s HIV
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| Something’s gotta give somewhere
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| Forcing circles into squares
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| She keeps pushing on She’s an all American girl
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| An all American girl
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| And she will live and die in this man’s world
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| An all American girl |