I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl I wanted to pretty more than anything in the world Like Barbie or models in 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 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've always misunderstood because of how I 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
I'm just a Barbie in a push bra and heels I might look artificial, but where it counts, I'm real And I'm all dolled up and hopin' for a chance prove my worth And even backwoods 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 where I could be misjudged upon glance But even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance I'm just a backwoods Barbie just asking for a chance