Sanoja: Melissa Etheridge. Yes I Am. All American Girl.

She wakes up in the morning with a pain in her jet black head
A decaf coffee in her hand and a Marlboro red
She drives down to the office in her Japanese car
With the radio blasting she dreams of taking it too far
But today she'll pay the bills...She won't think about the thrills
That pass away

She's an all American girl...An all American girl
And she will live and die in this man's world
An all American girl

Her eyes are black as leather and her hair is killer red
How could she keep the baby when she can barely keep her head
She don't owe nobody nothing and she ain't on the street
But these drinks are getting heavy and these lips are getting weak
She don't understand
Why she can't climb out of the sand and break away

She's an all American girl...An all American girl
And she will live and die in this man's world
An all American girl

Her lover never came home and it's half past three
Today her best friend told her he's HIV
Something's gotta give somewhere
Forcing circles into squares she keeps pushing on

She's an all American girl...An all American girl
And she will live and die in this man's world
An all American girl