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
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