Curse of the Living Barbie Dolls

Fake eyes,
Plastic nails.
Fake Hair,
Psycho Stare.
Mannequin style,
Punk rock smiles.
This world is full of living Barbie dolls,
Walking around and getting prettier with every call.
Tea cup dogs in their bags,
Walking around like they own the land.
Jumping at the sight of fire,
Plastic is their true desire.
Fake people are everywhere,
Plastic surgeons are in the air.
Run and hide, don’t let them find you.
Soon you’ll be a part of the plastic crew.
Everyone around me is so plastic,
Isn’t this just fantastic?
Can’t be in the sun because they’ll melt,
Then get their faces redone before you can tell.
Fake tans all over the place,
You can’t walk around without being sprayed.
When you die your body will stay the same,
Plastic never decomposes any way.
Plastic smiles are everywhere now,
Getting their hair done at the salon.
Hair extensions and extra makeup,
The Barbie’s will be the cause of your breakup.
Cameras flashing everywhere,
Walking around like they just don’t care.
Tall stilettos and dark sunglasses,
They think the world revolves around their fake asses.
Shotgun blasts and neon shot glasses,
Dancing on bars like they’re strip club dancers.
Taking their clothes off for any guy,
No self-respect till the day they die.
Walking around high and wasted,
Plastic’s in the air, can’t you taste it?
Look at the moon and look at the stars,
Their bodies touch in the back of their cars.
They think they’re so perfect,
But I can see all their plastic surgery marks.
Being plastic doesn’t make up for not having a soul,
No one will care when you’re buried in a hole.
Plastic isn’t the way to go,
You have to live while you’re young and die when you’re old.
Their flesh is warm but their eyes are cold,
Get Botox every month to never grow old.
Face lifts and lipoed sides,
They’ll be Barbie dolls till the day they die.
Stylish clothes and a brand new nose,
Can you smell that in the air?
There’s plastic everywhere.
People walking around like they’re just all that,
Truth is they’re as fake as a porcelain cat.
Singing and crying,
They’re fake and they’re lying.
Everybody sing along,
We’re gonna sing the plastic song,
One, two, three, four,
My plastic surgeon just made me look hot,
I’ll make the other girls jealous because I’m everything they’re not.
Their boyfriends all want me,
Because I’m so hot see,
Look at me,
I’m just like Barbie.
I’m so perfect,
Just look at my face,
Perfectly shaped and not out of place.
Look at my boob job,
Isn’t it so perfect?
They go perfectly with my lipoed hips.
Congratulations to the teenagers living by the Barbie doll law,
Living for plastic like they’re number one.
It’s all for one and one for all,
Everybody sing the plastic song.
One, two, three, four,
My plastic surgeon just made me look hot,
I’ll make the other girls jealous because I’m everything they’re not.
Their boyfriends all want me,
Because I’m so hot see,
Look at me,
I’m just like Barbie.
I’m so perfect,
Just look at my face,
Perfectly shaped and not out of place.
Look at my boob job,
Isn’t it so perfect?
They go perfectly with my lipoed hips.
My plastic surgeon just made me look hot,
I’ll make the other girls jealous because I’m everything they’re not.
Their boyfriends all want me,
Because I’m so hot see,
Look at me,
I’m just like Barbie.
I’m so perfect,
Just look at my face,
Perfectly shaped and not out of place.
Look at my boob job,
Isn’t it so perfect?
They go perfectly with my lipoed hips.