You're a doll, darling, and you are too
Pretty painted faces, those long Barbie legs
Perfect blonde hair, pageant queen smiles
Has he left you in the corner, too, hollow inside
We form an unlikely sisterhood of broken girls
Because my boy only breaks his favorite toys
Cuts their hair short and twists their arms
And he will never change, never learn to care--
There is always the next model willing to play.
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