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Hey Barbie, you bore meI think it's time we had a chat togetherNow you're pretty but so emptyWhy are you afraid of ever being clever?Now that boy Ken, I know himI think that you can do much better for yourselfHe's funny, and he's got moneyBut still you look so lonely on your shelfI see that you've fallen in love with CosmopolitanAnd you're orbiting your brainless companyCan I help you see you're more than just that deadly phobia of fat'Cause I know that you'd feel better if you triedBarbie could you meet me in the real worldWhere girls don't look the sameAnd ambitions take them higher than your artificial fameLook out your plastic windowSee what we needA modern BarbieNow this plastic it's just a casketFor all the latent possibilities in youBefore they sell you, I wanna tell youSongtexteYou don't have to be a patriarchal toolNow Barbie there's nothing wrong with wearing pinkIt's just sometimes I wish you'd thinkInstead of posing for the magazinesCan I help you see you're more than just that deadly phobia of fat'Cause I know that you'd feel better if you tried Aus Songtexte Mania