Song Description

teenager to young adult story of always needing material things until love comes along

Lyrics

Gotta Get More
When I was a baby girl, learning what life?s about
My mama said I?d reach and grab for more
If I didn?t get my way, I?d scream and shout.
As soon as I could walk, I?d strut in her high heeled shoes
And dance around the house in her wigs and scarves,
The star of my own world news.
I gotta get more, I never get enough
Mama go out and buy me stuff
Gotta getta car, if I?m gonna go far,
Gotta get the American dream.
Gotta get more or I?ll feel like less
Gotta get the purse to match the dress.
Gotta get some toys to attract the boys
Gotta get the American dream
Backup choir:.
Where ya goin? girl, what are you reaching for?
You don?t even know what you?re grabbin at , you just know you know you want more.
Then I was a diva teen, I needed to be seen.
Had the attitude, the style and jeans
Got the look from a magazine.
All my friends would call when they got something new
I?d jump in my car, the mall wasn?t far,
By night I?d have it too.
I gotta get more, I never get enough
Gotta go out and buy me stuff
It?s not hard to get another card
Gotta get the American dream.
Gotta get more or I?m gonna feel worse
Gotta get the shoes to match the purse
Gotta get new things, more bling, bling
Gotta get the American dream.
Backup choir:
Where ya going girl? What are you reaching for?
You don?t even know what you?re grabbin at, you just know you know you want more.
Now I?m a working girl, still a drama queen
Fell in love with a man, it wasn?t in the plan
His line was not routine,
He said ?Girl, what?s up with this spending stuff?
If you ever hope to be my bride,
You gotta peel off the gunk, and ditch the junk,
?Cuz I love the girl inside.?
Whatta ya know, I finally get enough,
Gotta get me more of this luvin? stuff.
My man loves me, can?t believe it?s free,
Think I found my American dream.
Gotta get love or you?ll feel like less,
Gotta love yourself or you?ll be a mess
Don?t try to hide the girl inside
To get the American dream.
Backup choir:
Where you going girl? What are you reaching for?
You don?t even know what you?re grabbin at, but it?s right here, it?s right here, it?s right here at your door.

Repeat last chorus: Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get, gotta get Love
Copyright 2005 by Denise A Cantrell.