I look up at my pretty little Barbie Doll.
How her blue eyes seem to sparkle brighter,
How her hair is so much straighter than mine,
How her tiny lips so much more voluminous.

My pretty little Barbie Doll
Has her pretty little Ken,
Her pretty little convertible,
Her pretty little dream house.

My pretty little Barbie doll,
Has the pretty little beach.
She plays with her pretty little dog,
And dances on her pretty little party bus.

Silly little me all alone in my room,
Wondering who I should be in this pretty big world,
With only a pretty little Barbie doll looking down at me,
Playing with my mind.