Summer, spring, winter, fall
a varied wardrobe, wall to wall
for work or play, she has it all

a plastic girl with perfect hair
she lives her life in shapely flair
with model lover, debonair

her breasts are perfect, large but pert
long legs beneath her mini-skirt
a buxom, sexy, plastic flirt

a tiny waisteline, graceful hips
a perfect nose and gorgeous lips
but she can't speak or run or skip

her eyes can't see, her lips can't feel
her plastic skin, no lines reveal
she'll never age, a lucky deal

she wasn't born and she won't die
she'll never laugh and she can't cry
her plastic smile will never lie

but does her plastic soul feel pain?
if thoughts pervade her plastic brain
they're locked inside...she can't explain

perfection, in every way...so rare
a plastic mind which has no cares
she's Barbie, a doll beyond compare