She has that beautiful smile,
Sparkling eyes,
Body that would just make you die.
She is a real live barbie.
So why are you with me?
What is it that I have that can make you so happy?
She had you for three years,
Before you came into my life,
Before you just appeared.
What is it that I have that is keeping you here?
Why are you with me,
When you can have someone else who is so much more pretty?
When you could have a real live barbie.
What do I do?
What do I say,
That keeps you so real and true through and through?
Im nothing special.
Im just an ordinay girl trying to make it in this world.
Why are you with me,
When you could have a real live barbie?
You are so handsome, sweet and funny.
You are the perfect man.
You are Barbie's Ken.
So where do I fit in?