(Doralee)
Now I've always been misunderstood
Because of how I look
Don't judge me by the cover
'Cause I'm a real good book
So read into it what you will
But see me as I am
The way I look is just
A country girl's idea of glam
Now I grew up poor and ragged
Just a simple country girl
I wanted to be pretty
More than anything in the world
Like Barbie or the models
In the Frederick's catalog
From rags to wishes, in my dreams
I could have it all
I'm just a backwoods Barbie
Too much makeup, too much hair
Don't be fooled by thinkin' that
The goods are not all there
Don't let these false eyelashes
Lead you to believe
That I'm as shallow as I look
'Cause I run true and deep
I'm just a backwoods Barbie
In a push-up bra and heels
I might look artificial
But where it counts I'm real
Yes I can see where I could be
Misjudged upon first glance
But even backwoods Barbies
Deserve a second chance
All dolled up and hopin'
For a chance to prove my worth
'Cause even backwoods Barbies
Get their feelings hurt