Barbie

He says you’re special, girl don’t believe the hype,
Funny thing is they never remember your type,
Hair color may change, but Barbie’s are all the same.
Bet you grab for those hundreds when he’s making it rain!!
Nothing special about you, you’re a walking déjà vu.
I swear I just saw two looking exactly just like you,
Yes you and your whole Christian LouBou, lacefronted crew,
That hair and those boobs your parents’ chromosomes did not make,
I don’t mean to be rude, but the appropriate adjective here is fake!!
You don’t have to be Aisle 14 UPC product #389654 on sale,
Like some plastic Barbie mass manufactured by Mattel.
The blueprints of your look were designed through God’s grace,
And redrafting his architecture is a slap in the face.
That girls today grow up thinking they can’t be themselves,
That they are less attractive if they can’t wear makeup at age twelve!
Males come as they are, what you see is what you get,
If his smile washed off you wouldn’t like that one bit.
How would we like it if his biceps were retractable?
What about if his love muscle was detachable?
Try wearing YOU for a change. Unzip the fake, slip on the real.
No more misleading and pretending. It’s an amazing thing to feel.
Nothing wrong with wanting the Barbie mansion, car and Ken,
But a Real Barbie? Now that’s just a walking contradiction.