| I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl
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| I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world
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| Like Barbie or the models in the Fredricks catalog
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| From rags to wishes in my dreams I could have it all
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| I’m just a backwoods Barbie, too much makeup, too much hair
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| Don’t be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there
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| Don’t let these false eyelashes lead you to believe that
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| I’m as shallow as I look cause I run true and deep
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| I’ve always been misunderstood because of how I look
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| Don’t judge me by the cover cause I’m a real good book
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| So read into it what you will, but see me as I am
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| The way I look is just a country girl’s idea of glam
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| I’m just a backwoods Barbie in a push-up bra and heels
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| I might look artificial, but where it counts I’m real
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| And I’m all dolled up and hoping for a chance to prove my worth
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| And even backwoods Barbie’s get their feelings hurt
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| I’m just a backwoods Barbie, too much makeup, too much hair
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| Don’t be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there
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| Yes, I can see where I could be misjudged upon first glance
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| But even backwoods Barbie’s deserve a second chance
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| I’m just a backwoods Barbie just asking for a chance
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| Just a backwoods Barbie |