Barbie At The Tollgate Songtext

barbie at the tollgate She's working at the toll gate Where he drives by every day He's a business man with fantasies He'd never dare to say And the cars rush by her little house Made of glass and steel And the vibration of the asphalt is what she no longer feels oh she's the only thing that doesn't move in two hundred miles she sits and drinks her coffee while she dreams of curtains and tiles she'd buy for her luxury apartment on the twelfth floor above the ground in a skyscraper at the coast where the surf is the only sound oh yeah they're sucking out her brain here it feels, oh no, it doesn't feel like anything at all once a day she gets a smile once a day she gets a call and he can't stop here even if he'd want to he can't stop in the middle of the road although maybe he's imagined once her body naked under her coat oh yeah or Barbie, oh Barbie, oh Barbie at the tollgate won't you step out of your little house once a day? Oh Barbie, oh Barbie?