Vers 1: " Sweet girl a-sixteen, sitting in a hall. Makeup on and eyes fixed on the wall. And the clock is ticking, a one-two-three. She knows it dosen't matter , what she feels. About the tippi and the toe and the high heels. about the top-model wanabees and their catwalk dreams. Because even if it´s lame, even if it´s insain. She knows it´s just a part of the same shamey game."

Vers 2: "Sweet girl now eighteen, standing in a line. Some would say that her life is in it´s prime, but she is, all caught up in her own little sphere. With hairspray and dietpills, it´s a pink nightmare. And she knows that all they see, is all that they will get because she´s got nothing else to offer but cute laughs and regret."

Vers 3: "Sweet girl now twenty-one, lying on a table. Lamps in her face, her body numb and disabled. Because her boobs are to small and her chin is to big. her nose is to thin and her lips are to thick. And it´s just another chapter, in the story of the perfect chick. But in the end she´s just another brick, in the wall and thats all, that she will ever be. Just a pretty little victim of society. And she will end up just like the rest who where let lose, and all that will be left of her is this barbie doll blues."

Vers 4: "Sweet girl, twenty-three, is no longer breathing. Doctors cant get a signal or a heart reading. Cuz she got so hot, that she put snow up her nose, and "check", another death by overdose. And somehow her face look as peaceful as ever. Alive she was a barbie doll but now, she´s an angel. Barbie doll blues, Barbie doll blues."