Petrified Barbie

So I’ve tried, yeah
To be about everything you wanted me to be
Everything
But I did not
Get a single microscopic proof of love
(Not a bit)
And it’s getting pretty boring
Just remaining here with my open hands
When I know you won’t be mine
And the alcohol ain’t working anymore
I need to know, I need to know
Why did you go for the petrified Barbie
So damn stiff and plastic
When I am alive
Why did you go for the petrified Barbie
So damn stiff and plastic
Well, I am alive!
Oh, it’s getting boring
I’m getting ill
Of all of this
Go play with your new toy
Away from me
You make me sick
I have a soul, I have a brain
What does she have?
She has great hair
Well it shouldn’t be enough for you
I really thought you’d ask for more
I’d do it all, or so I think
She winks at you and you just freeze
No way I’m gonna keep with this game.
Say goodbye to me, say hello to the petrified Barbie.