Barbie’s growing tired of being displayed on the shelf
She wants to let her hair down and have Ken all to herself
Drive the pink convertible for miles straight up the coast
Stop somewhere enchanting in the beach town she loves most
Ken could brave the waves while Barbie lounges on the sands
Picking pretty seashells up with pretty molded hands
Share fake food by candlelight, then lie beneath the stars
Sipping faux Moscato out of mini mason jars
But this is all just make believe, a game they cannot play
Their owner’s back in school and won’t be back ’til Saturday
They could always sneak out, except Ken’s in the toy box
And Barbie’s much too short to reach the lid and pick the locks
So all Barbie can do is pose real still upon her stand
She contemplates jumping, but there’s nowhere soft to land
With painted eyes, she stares down at her tiny plastic shoes
Her owner’s bought so many, she’s got all a girl could choose
There’s heeled ones and there’s flat ones for her little pointed feet
If only she could move alone– the people she could meet!
And then there is her wardrobe full of all the latest things
Designer dresses bought to match her many diamond rings
To cut the sadness in the air you’d need a little knife
She doesn’t want to be a doll; she wants a real girl’s life
For now, she’s stuck within the four walls of her owner’s playroom
Silent on the shelf, wishing that playtime would soon resume
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