Holly, Holly, Holly, where did you go after '97?
Holly, Holly, Holly, did you grow out of the kleptomania?
I can't think of anyone who had a better hold on me
A better hold on me
She's a storm, but she tries to live in the norm
In the heart of America
As you bear the children of yawn
I hope that you're better now girl
Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet
Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet
Oh, Holly, you're heating up that floor
Hollow cheeks and eyes are heavy noir
And as she lay down, I fell to my knees
She's a storm, but she tries to live in the norm
In the heart of America
As you bear the children of yawn
I hope that you're getting there girl
Now your name's Victoria Yawn
And your hair is paradise blonde
But I still would recognise you on the news
You're the heart of America
Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet
Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet
Oh, on your own, your soft moisturised feet
Oh on your, Dior moisturised feet
She's a storm, but she tries to live in the norm
In the heart of America
As you bear the children of yawn
I hope that you're getting there girl
Now your name's Victoria Yawn
And your hair is paradise blonde
But I'll always recognise you on the news
You're the heart of America