PPR, PPR.
PPR, PPR.
My name is Barbie and I'm here to speak.
With my mouth wide open from cheek to cheek.
I'm a blonde appetizer like an Aryan Kaiser
moving faster than light in my supersonic flight.
He was president, X-Men movie star,
King of 50 states, name of Rony R.
Lived a happy life in a great white place
with a facelift wife, born of great white race.
But a cancer cell made his back track swell.
Wasn't that attraction,
he felt no satisfaction over turning on.
Was atomic bombs like a puppet on a string with a fake gentleman.
Around the world, around the world.
Around the world,
around the world.
With his wife absent in the shopping malls,
I'm at Michael G at the Kremlin wall with
a Russian's loose on cabbage and booze.
He had lots of trouble like bubblegum trouble.
So he brought me out to his country home where we swam all noon
in the Black Sea foam and I kissed him hard in a leather dress.
So in hard core,
I need some freedom of the press.
Still house is peace.
Then
in London town I was fooling around with
a dark lens gloomed and my heart in gloom
then I saw her face on a garbage can she
looked like a man and she ruled like a man
I said hey little Maggie what she gonna do
she said how about making us a tea for two
but her iron heart made it hard to go
so I poured it out on the * soil