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