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Barbie Dreams

You think you could be me With your bleach blonde hair Your crimson lips Your hooded stare You think you could be me I could be you We could be thee Maybe all three Wearing your twiggy clothes With an upturned nose With a sexy glare A high heeled dare You think you could be me Wear my ripped jeans My wild curly hair Feet that are bare All my tattoos I don't want to be you With your liposuction Your silicone Why buy boobs when I have my own Is that why you wanna be me Change me To fit your Barbie world Where all the men Look and act like Ken Just so you know I wanna be me not you You in your Plastic princess Barbie townhouse reality So let me be A world where no one bakes New age flakes have it done by their spirit guides Where you and your friends are from the same mold Plastic girls never get old Where you dream your plastic dreams All sterile and clean Keep your Barbie world and all your plastic dreams I wanna keep my world where my music sounds like primal screams Where it's dramatized,glamourized,even heavy metalized Where the color of the rainbows drown me in their swirl Go ahead girl Keep your Barbie dreams I like being me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 12/13/2009 9:58:00 PM
Right on, Michelle. Stay true to yourself and leave the Barbie doll world to those who prefer to live in plastic skin. I like your style! Carolyn
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Date: 12/13/2009 5:29:00 AM
You Go Girl... That's the way to tell the Plastic Femme Fatal's.... Nicely done here...Fake is Fake..
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