With tears in her eyes, she sits on her knees -
Broken down by her peers, they spit and they tease,
And she covers her ears as she tries to run away,
Never yelling back the words that she longs to say.
They call her fat, they call her ugly, they call her dumb;
She stares to the masqueraded mess that she's become,
And media promotes what she sits and dreams to be -
Leggy models brainwashing her saying: "You can look like me!"
And she's got her finger stuck down her throat tonight,
Giving them what they want, she's filled with spite,
But her Mother watches as she fades away to bones,
Eighty pounds soaking wet - she's another barbie doll clone.
The faint hearted people - they sit and they stare,
But what they did to her, they do not care;
Her bright eyes are filled with hatred, she won't stop,
And you'll never hear them say: "Miss itty bitty went over the top."
