I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the Like Barbie or the models in that Fredricks catalog From rags to riches, in my dreams, I could have it
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 Don't let false eyelashes lead you to That 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 cover, 'cause I'm a real good 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 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 even backwoods Barbies get their feelings hurt
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 Yes, I can see where I could be misjudged upon first glance But even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance I'm just a backwoods Barbie just asking for chance