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I'm no Barbie doll
I'm not your baby girl
So I've done ugly things
And I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed

So what if I'm no baby bird hanging upon your every word
Nothing ever smells of roses that rides out of mud

She wants nothing more
But to be a little whore
He wants nothing less
But to wear a little dress