My skin ain’t made of plastic, neither is my mane
I don’t want my clothes picked out, don’t care what you ordain
If you seek distraction there’s always books and balls
I’m not the entertainment, I’m not your Barbie doll
Can’t move my limbs around, acting your desires
There’s a real girl in here, a soul of blazing fire
Don’t need your direction, can find my own prim way
My heart, my feet can navigate a path through the fray
I am not a puppet, that’s why I got no strings
If you really paid attention, you would see my wings
I don’t need repairing, I’m not a broken thing
Perhaps you should look inward, to find what needs fixing
My love for you is endless, boundless, above all
I can’t be your surrogate, I’m not your Barbie doll