A Barbie Doll's Life
If I could, would I opt for a Barbie doll’s life,
and be Ken’s perennially pert trophy wife
with more dresses and coats than I ever could use,
each outfit replete with its own pair of shoes?
With no wrinkles, no stretch marks, my hair never gray,
I’d have nothing to do but look pretty all day.
But if you got tired of my once charming pout,
and my left arm fell off, or my hair all came out,