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Now I've always been misunderstood because of how I look
But don't judge me by the cover, 'cause I'm a real good book
So read into it what you will, but see me as I am
The way I look is just a country girl's idea of glam
And I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl
And I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world
Like Barbie or the models in the Frederick's catalog
From rags to wishes, in my dreams I could have it all
I'm just a backwoods Barbie
Too much makeup, too much hair
Don't be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there
Don't let these false eyelashes lead you to believe
That I'm as shallow as I look 'cause I run true and deep
I'm just a backwoods Barbie in a push-up bra and heels
Might look artificial, but where it counts, I'm real
Yes, I can see how I could be misjudged upon first glance
But even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance
Oh, Goldie, I've been hoping for a chance to prove my worth
'Cause even backwoods Barbies get their feelings hurt
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