She's blonde and plastic, completely fake:

A grown up evil barbie doll.

She's just a superficial flake,

Who practically lives inside the mall.

She's a spoiled rotten brat -

With no real need for men,

Unless she knows your wallet's fat,

Then you become her temporary Ken.

But please don't let her decieve you

Into thinking she really cares,

Her declarations of love are untrue:

You're just a financial affair.

The bit*h will drain your bank savings,

And then she'll leave you high and dry.

Then as your confused heart is breaking,

You'll be left wondering "why?"