I grew up poor and just a simple country girl I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world Like Barbie or the models in that Fredricks catalog From rags to riches, in my dreams, I could have it all
I'm just backwoods Barbie, much make-up, 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
I've always been misunderstood because of how I look Don't judge me by the cover, 'cause I'm a real book So read into it what you will, but see me I am The way I look is just a country girl's idea of glam
I'm just a backwoods Barbie in a push up bra and heels I might artificial, but where it counts, I'm real And I'm all dolled up and hopin' for a chance to prove my worth And even backwoods Barbies get their feelings hurt
I'm just a backwoods too much make-up, too much hair be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there Yes, I can see where I could be misjudged upon first glance even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance I'm just a backwoods Barbie just asking for a chance