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Me vs. the Barbie Doll
I'm ashamed of what I've done and what I've said
I'm ashamed of who I am and what I mean.
I'm sick of how my heart feels, how I dream.
I hate the way I fall in love,
The way that all my head's filled of
Is useless words and names and dates,
Rather than make up tips and ditzy ways.
My hair's not blonde, but my eyes are blue,
Still my waist isn't thin.
Guess I'll never matter to you,
No matter what I do, it's the airheads that you
Will go for in the end.
I suppose I'll always be just a friend,
Unless the shallowness can be suppressed.
Are all guys like this?
Too bad, you see, because she'll never be
Anything compared to me.
I'm twice the person she'll ever be.
One day you'll realize, one day you'll see.
Will it be too late for you to have a chance with me?
Maybe, maybe not,
'Cause there has to be
Somebody out there who'll love me
For who I am inside, not what I look like.
And if there is, too bad for you.
You can take your blonde barbie doll,
Just know she'll never measure up to me --
Not even at all.