"Every Boy's Fantasy" lyrics

Leaning on her fender
She's looking so conceited
Sexy way of walk
Like her engine's overheating

She's a little bit black
She's a little bit white
Her eyes will keep you burning
In the middle of the night
That's right

She wants to be
Every boy's fantasy
She wants to be
Every teenage dream
She got Marilyn Monroe in her pocket
James Dean on her door
She wants to be
Every boy's fantasy, and more
And more

Early in the morning
When the world's still dreaming
She dances in the silence
To the beat of heavy breathing

She got rock and roll dreams
Pounding through her veins
Late at night
She's suddenly afraid
(So afraid)

She wants to be
Every boy's fantasy
She wants to be
Every teenage dream
She got Marilyn Monroe in her pocket
James Dean on her door
She wants to be
Every boy's fantasy, and more

There's a fuse burning down inside
But late at night, late at night
She cries

Marilyn Monroe in her pocket
James Dean on her door
She wants to be
Every boy's fantasy

Marilyn Monroe in her pocket
James Dean on her door
She wants to be
Every boy's fantasy

Marilyn Monroe in her pocket
James Dean on her door
She wants to be
Every boy's fantasy

Marilyn Monroe in her pocket
James Dean on her door