• Little do you know, plastic diva,
    That when that girl opens your box
    You’re gonna have a new best friend
    And her dog’s gonna chew you up
    And you’re gonna be cold
    Cause she’ll lose your clothes
    But it will be worth it in the end
    When she cries into your matted hair at night
    “Barbie, you’re my only friend.
    Mommy and Daddy are getting ‘divorced’,
    What does that mean?
    And Lisa doesn’t want to be my friend,
    She says I’m weird.”

    Little do you know, plastic diva,
    That your little girl’s growing up
    She doesn’t play with you anymore,
    Leaves you in her toy box
    And puts music in her ears to sedate her
    But you don’t care, cause she’s your best friend
    She’s put herself outside of reality
    So maybe she’ll come back one day.

    Little do you know, plastic diva,
    That the bottom of this trash can ain’t so bad
    Your little girl’s heart is in here too,
    So you won’t be so alone.

    Little do you know, plastic diva,
    That she misses you sometimes.
    Misses her old self that felt okay
    That wasn’t draped in black
    Could go outside to play
    That relied on you like oxygen
    Instead of the keyboard she now fingers
    Reminiscently, playing chords
    Chords from childhood songs she loved…

    London bridge is falling down…
    Falling down…
    Falling down.