Trailer Trash Barbie
Barbie you think you're all that and a bag of chips,You ain't nothing special, please just get a grip.
I'm taking Ken, he is now my new man,
Destroying your life is my ultimate plan.
In your high fashion clothes walking down the street,
How do you do it with those wierd shaped feet?
Everything you have ever wanted will soon be mine,
Making you suffer is my brand new past time.
First I'm taking your sporty little car home with me,
Then I'm going to flaunt my new man for all to see.
Next I'm going to drive your motor coach into the ditch,
Are you feeling the pain, you little spoiled rotten B---H.
Malibu Barbie will no longer be your fame,
Trailer trash Barbie will be your new name.
Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-10-16 at 04:39
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