Their fakes, skin made of plastic,
Their the real life Barbie dolls,
Those girls in the magazines,
Who spend their weekends at shopping malls.
You want their lips, hair and body,
Even though their thin as sticks,
And that they choke back diet pills,
Seeing how long they can go without eating just for kicks.
Their skin, scaly and scarred,
It's just too bad,
Their just poles that walk around,
Their fakes and it's sad.