I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world Like Barbie or the models that Fredricks catalog From rags to riches, in my dreams, I could have it all
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 Don't let these false eyelashes lead you to believe I'm as shallow as I look, 'cause I run true and deep
I've always been misunderstood because of how I look Don't judge me by the '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
I'm 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 for a chance to prove my worth And even backwoods Barbies their feelings hurt
I'm just a backwoods Barbie, 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 But even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance I'm a backwoods Barbie just asking for a chance