Story Behind The Song

IN 1995 after 5 yr my boyfriend went to his mother's house in LA and she introduced him to a blond nurse. He took up with her. I was devistated and very jealous. He sent me a tape of Hole Live through this and said the album reminded him of my music. It was a shock to me, my work has always been pretty hairy fairy...Hers was in your face grunge. I learned 3 of her songs. And then I wrote this Barbie song..it was supposed to be blues, but when I put it to the grunge guitar chors it seemed to come together as a song...(thanks Courtney)

Song Description

Funny fun loving look at how women are supposed to be like Barbi.

Lyrics

Barbie
He wants me to look like barbie

So I shave my legs in the dark

And with my legs so smooth

Where the razor has left it's mark

And with my legs so clean

I ignite his spark

And he wants me
(/h)Yes he wants me

He wants me to look like barbie

So I pad my bra
(I pad my bra)
(h)I strap myself Up and in with wires

When my cleavage shows

There's no end to his desires

And he wants me
(/h)Yes he wants me


{Bridge}
(h)Face tucked thighs sucked

Smooth hard Body parts

Nails, blush, lipstick, flush

Mask my face,
Change my race

He wants me
(/h)Yes he wants me


He wants me to look like Barbi

But my implants

Are much to hard

(2X There too hard! There too hard!)
He doesn't like
the way my breasts feel

(Doesn't like my breasts)
He won't touch them

Because they're not real

(They're fake! They're fake!)
(h)But when they show he starts to grow

And he wants me

(/h)Yes he wants me






Barbie pg2

He wants me to act like barby
so I play in plasticine
(I'm plastic now)
(h)Pull my string babe I open my mouth

I never complain and I never shout

Ready and willing there is no doubt

There's nothing left of me

(/h)I'm barbi Now
And He wants me
Now

{Bridge}
(h)I don't act how I feel

Won't let him know that I am real

Let me make , myself fake

Reality he could not take

(/h)I'm barbie Now

and he wants me now


I must attach my identity

To the centerfold of my destiny

Who cares what's inside

He'd stuff me if I died

(He'd stuff me now!)
He wants a plastic bride
(He'd stuff me now!)
He left me when I cried

Oh Barbi
Why don't you look like me?

Why don't you act like me?


Why don't you look like me?
With my
Hairy legs
Why don't you look like me?
With my
Glasses on
Why don't you look like me?
With my
Thunder thighs
Why don't you look like me?
With my
Belly roll
Why don't you look like me?
Why don't you look like me?
Lyrics and music by Jeanna M. Gollihur Copyright© 1995