Plastic Generation
Little girl with long blonde hair
red painted lips and skin so fair
high heeled shoes and frilly skirts
She idolizes movie stars
And dreams of beauty

For 5th grade show and tell
She brought in Cosmo girl
All her friends had their dolls
Teacher said "Who do you want to be?"
The little girl replied
"Somebody that doesn't look like me."

Going on 13 and pretty as a picture
Long blonde hair and a nice figure
All the boys would stop and stare
For Christmas she wanted
mini skirts and Mabeline
not unicorns and rainbow dreams

One glimpse in the mirror
and she hates her small breasts
Her hair is too limp
and her thighs an abomination
She despises the saggy chin
And wills away those lips so thin

If only she could have seen
What all those others saw
if only she could have been
The girl she was born to be
Instead of some Barbie imitation
in a plastic generation

Now she's 18 and saving up her money
To go to the doctor and get rid of her tummy
She's going to be the it girl
The beauty that everyone wants
She wants to be a star
On red Hollywood carpets

Knife cuts into flesh
And silicone is inserted
Her lips are split like paper
And her presence is being altered
Somebody should have told her
Anybody could have said
That is was ok to be yourself.

Now that it's all over
She looks likes all the stars
As the bruises heal
the mirror reflects an alien
She's lost her self respect
Instead of who she used to be
She's a poor imitation
of an uprising plastic generation