I know she likes her magazines
And what they're wearing down in Hollywood
I know she wants green tea ice cream
And just for fun melting in the sun
She likes her jokes as long as they're bad
And I'll laugh anyway

 [bad word]  But I'll never really know her
She told me all I really need to know
Is that she'll always get her way
She knows that she will always get away with it
She likes to take me out so I
Can watch her dance with her girlfriends
And the cool boys playin' pool stop and stare
At the way she moves
Dancin' queen is blarin'
She likes to know that she will be driving me home
Because I'm too slow

She likes her prime time T.V. shows
With a secrete [bad word] on David Letterman
But she could never let her friends know
She's pure punk rock at a ripe twenty seven
I know these things
I've seen the presets on her car stereo

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