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 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 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