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Barbie's undercover of the book that never quits Manipulative and menacing but, she never spits An evil being, a beauty queen, more than some t.v. b*tch I wish I had a rheostat, I'd lower/light her switch Barbie's chasing boys again, her husband doesn't care She's riding barefoot on the back of a costar or a queer She tilts her head/hair back and forth, pretends she doesn't care It's that silly kind of carefree movement; majic's in the air And I'm Watching Barbie in the afternoon I've not much more to do She's so much more than a piece of meat Barbie, so petite Well wouldn't it be great to meet, to see her face to face Forty years fly bye too fast but, That's the Barbie pace She knows her children have a mind thew grew all by their own They have to learn from their mistakes even when they've grown She wants to help her daughter out by jumping in a lake But this ain't mike, tom, chris, or jake; this could be a mistake Barbie's in a bubble bath, she's naked as a jaybird With happy smile, ear to ear, she relaxes and spreads cheer More bubbles flow from a bottle emptied quickly I only can imagine underneath her skin now prickly Watching Barbie in the afternoon Barbie, she's so sweet So much more than just a piece of meat Barbie, so petite Well, wouldn't it be great to meet to see her face to face, Barbie Share!
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Watching Barbie
Barbie's undercover of the book that never quits Manipulative and menacing but, she never spits An evil being, a beauty queen, more than some t.v. b*tch I wish I had a rheostat, I'd lower/light her switch Barbie's chasing boys again, her husband doesn't care She's riding barefoot on the back of a costar or a queer She tilts her head/hair back and forth, pretends she doesn't care It's that silly kind of carefree movement; majic's in the air And I'm Watching Barbie in the afternoon I've not much more to do She's so much more than a piece of meat Barbie, so petite Well wouldn't it be great to meet, to see her face to face Forty years fly bye too fast but, That's the Barbie pace She knows her children have a mind thew grew all by their own They have to learn from their mistakes even when they've grown She wants to help her daughter out by jumping in a lake But this ain't mike, tom, chris, or jake; this could be a mistake Barbie's in a bubble bath, she's naked as a jaybird With happy smile, ear to ear, she relaxes and spreads cheer More bubbles flow from a bottle emptied quickly I only can imagine underneath her skin now prickly Watching Barbie in the afternoon Barbie, she's so sweet So much more than just a piece of meat Barbie, so petite Well, wouldn't it be great to meet to see her face to face, Barbie Share!
david-ehrgott
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
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