They tell me about how they've tried to find
The perfect girl with blue eyes kind
And golden locks and a figure fine,
And a yard wide smile with teeth that shine
So, mainly, sexy, popular and rich
Doesnt matter if she's not a bitch
A large catalog of trivial things
Is what they believe true happiness brings
But I really havn't the heart
To tell them what to you I will now impart
That this girl exists, gathering dust,
All pretty and blonde with large bust
Just sitting lonley opon a bedroom shelf,
Hi, barbie's her name - i'll pass myself
She's hollow and plastic and lacks a brain,
With millions of copies of her all the same.