She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's a natural disaster She is

(You really turn me on) (You knock me off of my feet) (My lonely days are gone) (The way you make me feel) The way you make me feel You really turn me on You knock me off of my feet Go on girl girl! My lonely days are gone

If God is a D.J, life is a dance floor love is the rhythm,you are the music you get what you're given it's all how you use it I've been a girl girl with her skirt pulled high Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes I see the world As a candy store

I'm just a backwoods Barbie, too much makeup, too much hair. Don't be fooled by thinkin' that the goods are not all there. I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl girl. I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world, Like Barbie or the

(Will they come?) Young girl girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs I'll keep a friend serene Oh baby, come unto me Well, she's come, been and gone Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Beware of

Damn you talk to me! Little girl girl what's your name Now don't you go looking at me like that You might see I'm ashamed, what's your name Talk with me, won't you talk with me Oh pretty girl girl It ain't too hip faking lines you ain't taking But your lips make

(Will they come?) Young girl girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs I'll keep a friend serene Oh baby, come unto me Well, she's come, been and gone Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Beware of

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

Easy come girl girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no

I got real shit to stress about girl girl I ain't worried bout shit Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain't worried bout shit So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you think Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank