She bangs like a pinball in my head
I never ever really heard a single word she said
She binds me up like a captive
She's never there when I need it
I have no more inside me
For she's pulled all my guts out
Whoa, Barbie
Where was I when you turned into Nancy?
Like the setting sun eclipsed by the moon
Whoa, fate
Cruel temptress you manipulate
But all this pain will come back to you
She puts her heart on a wood stake
Rubs it on my nose when it threatens to break
Never takes into account there's nothing left
In my cavity
Green grass gives way to flooding
Blue skies turn red and warning
I need to escape
For my peaceful forest is burning
Whoa, Barbie
Where was I when you turned into Nancy?
Like the setting sun eclipsed by the moon
Whoa, fate
Cruel temptress you manipulate
But all this pain you dish out will come back to you
In these seconds I'm falling.
This may be the last minute of calling
I hear your swan song, it means it's over
A long time has passed since then
I wish you wouldn't bring it up again
I did one thing
And you repeated, repeated, repeated
Over and over and over and over again
Whoa, Barbie
Where was I when you turned into Nancy?
Like the setting sun eclipsed by the moon
Whoa, fate
Give me one more minute to explain
But every time you leave me broke and bruised
This pain will come back to you
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