You walk past a goddess on window display
A doll plain in sight, yet concealed behind glass
She's worthy of worship, deserving of all
She's one that's so near and yet so out of reach
Porcelain skin and pretty brown eyes
Lips only dreamt of are right on her face
A small little thing, she's not at all tall
But she commands eyes who peer near that glass
There are other dolls, but nobody cares
She is more beautiful and more appealing
She slips off the tongue and sticks to the mind
This doll's why Barbie and Ken aren't together
You take out your wallet and rush through the door
You want her, ignoring that fact that it's creepy
You don't have enough, and you never will
For she's just a doll that you'll never play with