Rafael Casal - Barbie & Ken 101 lyrics

Sometimes I feel like I'm sitting in the back of Barbie & Ken 101 A cla** we're all in but never seem to learn from Some general ed requirement for students of American culture One that convinces even the brightest of young women that s** is survival of the thinnest And I'm sick of this education that doesn't serve our best interests My teacher has no face, she is every Revlon model women have ever chased Her lectures can be seen in the backs of magazines, beauty ads, and marketing campaigns sh**, just turn on your TV, this just in, a skewed perspective for today's youth Y'all ladies ain't thin enough, fellas ain't trim enough, wannabe s**y, y'all don't go to the gym enough Cut to commercial C'mon, just tune, just tune into their maintenance team, tell you you're ugly and then tell you how to fix it with Maybelline Please, they just boding Barbie to fit the new trend Next they're gonna have club hoppin' Barbie with thongs as accessories Video ho Barbie, abusive boyfriend sold separately Underaged Barbie, Kobe Bryant's included Or 9/11 victim Barbie and Ken is proud to get recruited The problem is all this teaching are women's decay And my girlfriend is sitting up front, and she's getting an A This is where I start getting really pissed off, okay? When the f** did it become about s** it in I gotta get the bigger breasts sh** I wanna fit a little better in dress So lemme get a little skinny gotta fit into a little itty bitty size slimmer just to liven up the chest Please, teacher, teacher, I wanna give my own presentation Cause I have a problem with the cla** and matter of fact I have a damn problem with your whole administration You're the reason my girl won't sit across from me in restaurants The reason that she thinks she's over fat in over ten spots Less gut, less pudge, less looks, less real, more looks, more love, more Barbie appeal Oh sh**, f** Barbie and Ken, f** Barbie and Ken They're the reason 15-year old girls' arms are slit The reason 12-year olds think skinny is a compliment And it's too late, it is too late I can't write my way through these bathroom doors So I raise my hand in cla** cause I can't take it anymore Teacher, teacher, your lectures are all backwards You got mothers and daughters forgetting what matters Because above hips, a**, lips, legs, and Uggs The most real a** sh** is women who don't give a f** So screw all your teachings, screw all your teachings, your lessons, and plans You skewed sick distant relative of the man Your plan for brainwashing my baby I reject I'm walking out of your cla** and I will proudly take my F