Hey Barbie, you bore menI think it's time we had a chat togethernNow you're pretty but so emptynWhy are you afraid of ever being clever?nnNow that boy Ken, I know himnI think that you can do much better for yourselfnHe's funny, and he's got moneynBut still you look so lonely on your shelfnnI see that you've fallen in love with CosmopolitannAnd you're orbiting your brainless companynCan I help you see you're more than just that deadly phobia of fatn'Cause I know that you'd feel better if you triednnBarbie could you meet me nin the real worldnWhere girls don't look the samenAnd ambitions take them higher than your artificial famenLook out your plastic windownSee what we neednA modern BarbiennNow this plastic it's just a casketnFor all the latent possibilities in younBefore they sell you, I wanna tell younYou don't have to be a patriarchal toolnnNow Barbie there's nothing wrong with wearing pinknIt's just sometimes I wish you'd thinknInstead of posing for the magazinesnCan I help you see you're more than just that deadly phobia of fatn'Cause I know that you'd feel better if you tried