Come On Barbie, Let’s Go Party

When I was little

I loved to play with dolls

In fact still do (on the occasional rainy day)

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I enjoy the make-believe

The plastic shoes that always fit

And none of them were ugly

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They were all perfect

Smiling and happy

Ken by their sides

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Yes, the land of pretend

Where everyone is happy

There’s a reason it’s called ‘pretend’

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I think the creator of Barbie

Had a horrible life and was sad

So they made a place where anything is possible

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One day I’m a doctor

The next a high fashion model

Of course there’s always the beach

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Barbies have it easy

And do you know why?

Because they’re not real

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If Barbie were to become real

Their pretty blonde hair would turn grey

And they’d gain weight, lots of it too

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It’s a good thing then

That barbies aren’t real

Because nobody likes an ugly barbie