Doralee: Now, 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 see me as I am The way I look is just a country girl's idea of glam Judy: Doralee I'm new around here and I'm just trying to go with the flow Doralee: You know, You all sit around here judging me and none of you know a thing about me Doralee: Now, I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world Like Barbie or the models in the Frederick's 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 thinkin' 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'm just a backwoods Barbie In a push-up bra and heels I might look artificial but where it counts I'm real Yes I can see how I could be misjudged upon first glance But even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance Violet: Judy, we have lunch reservations...for two Judy: I'm sorry Doralee: All dolled up and hoping for a chance to prove my worth Cause even backwoods Barbies get their feelings hurt
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Doralee:
Now, 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 see me as I am
The way I look is just a country girl's idea of glam
Judy: Doralee I'm new around here and I'm just trying to go with the flow
Doralee: You know,
You all sit around here judging me and none of you know a thing about me
Doralee:
Now, I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl
I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world
Like Barbie or the models in the Frederick's 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 thinkin' 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'm just a backwoods Barbie
In a push-up bra and heels
I might look artificial but where it counts I'm real
Yes I can see how I could be misjudged upon first glance
But even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance
Violet: Judy, we have lunch reservations...for two
Judy: I'm sorry
Doralee:
All dolled up and hoping for a chance to prove my worth
Cause even backwoods Barbies get their feelings hurt