She was told when she was young, ah, that blondes always have more fun,
Lie, lie, lie, dirty lie, da-da-dumb,
Perfect hair: perfect waste, with a perfect prom queen smile upon her face for everyone,
But it's alright, it's okay,
Now your self-respect is the only price you'll pay,
It's okay, that's alright.
'Cause you're the queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation tonight, tonight, yeah.
Romance books, magazines, TV shows and the movie screens,
They lie, lie, lie, dirty lies, empty dreams,
It's a shame you bowed down to the deity of Helen Gurley Brown - so obscene.
It's all right, it's okay,
Just don't forget you're always on display,
It's okay, that's alright.
You're the queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation tonight.
You're sexy and driven, and doomed to succeed,
You'll get what you want, but it's nothing you need,
And echoed in the heartache you conceal is something good, something real.
She was told that, in the end, every Barbie gets her Ken,
Lie, lie, lie, no such guy, just pretend,
We pull the strings, wind the doll,
We create the myth that she can have it all - it's a sin,
But it's all right, it's okay; though your dignity is all that's left to trade,
It's okay, that's all right.
You're the queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation tonight.
Tonight,
Tonight.
Oh, queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation,
Queen of the Barbie nation.
