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 Fredrick?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 thinking 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’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 I’m just a backwoods Barbie in a push-up bra and heels I might look artificial but where it counts I’m real And I’m all dolled up and hoping for a chance to prove my worth And even backwoods Barbie?s get their feelings hurt I’m just a backwoods Barbie too much makeup too much hair Don’t be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there Yes I can see where I could be misjudged upon first glance But even backwoods Barbie’s deserve a second chance I’m just a backwoods Barbie just asking for a chance Just a backwoods Barbie