[Verse 1]
To be that good, it must be taxing
No such thing as satisfaction
You're making things happen while I'm relaxing
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Chorus 2]
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
[Verse 2]
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
To be that good, it must be taxing
No such thing as satisfaction
You're making things happen while I'm relaxing
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Chorus 2]
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
[Verse 2]
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
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