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