The Barbie Conspiracy
My mom bought me my first barbie,
When I was 5 years old.
I had her in my hands,
Looking up at my mom,
Feeling betrayed so I dropped her,
Saying only one word "Nope."
Then I turned and left the room in tears.
My dad laughed saying that's my girl-
She did tell you she wanted a G.I. Joe.
My dad brought her back and smiled,
Barbie is not happy, she told me,
She wants a makeover.
Barbie got her makeover little girl style.
Barbie got a haircut, boots,
Army uniform and weapons.
She now calls herself G.I. Barbie.
She was last seen with her brother,
Joe and the platoon loading,
Into a C-5 headed to the Gulf.
I looked up at my daddy smiling,
See daddy she's with Joe,
And they're heroes.
Yes, baby and your the best mommie
Daddy I'm gonna be a G.I. Barbie too,
When I grow up , and I was.
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