If I could do the splits
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I would do them all the time
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To remind me that I could be just like Barbie
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Cinderella, settle down
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Washing up in glamour gowns
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A man who has it all and more
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A motor car that I adore
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Smiling through the night
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A little flash of brilliant white
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Reflecting the perfection of the world
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Give her sisters, give her brothers
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But compared to me and others
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She'll always be a motherless girl
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Every single day
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There's a million parts to play
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There isn't any time for being lonely
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Going up in aeroplanes
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Pulling back on pony reins
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Making sure that what she wears
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Is looking super like her hair
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The emptiness inside
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Isn't strong enough to hide
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That her features aren't too pretty for her pearls
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Give her sisters, give her brothers
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But compared to me and others
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She'll always be a motherless girl
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Although it's heaven to touch her
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She's just like a soldier
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She loves
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And as she sees you grow older
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And no longer hold her
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She knows
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Give her sisters, give her brothers
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But compared to me and others
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She'll always be a motherless girl
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Oh a history of lovers
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But compared to me and others
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She'll always be a motherless girl
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Girl¡¦
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Barbie
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KT Tunstall |