For Barbies

I picked all the withered flowers from the floor,

With my shaking hands like Aspen trees.

You walked away through that door,

Give back my innocent dreams,

please...

My man just left me, left for what?

For diamonds, Barbies, cash, not one car.

But what about me, the broken doll?

The one who tried to be his star.

My Aspen trees are frozen now,

The white swan doesn´t dance around.

The tears are falling, a waterfall,

And my honey,

Ridding down the Hills with his Barbie dolls.

(Left and couldn´t say the last goodbye, left and all you do is drink wine)

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