If I could do the splits. I would do them all the time. To remind me that I could be just like Barbie. Cinderella settle down. Washing up in glamour gowns. A man who has it all and more. A motor car that I adore. Smiling through the night. A little flash of brilliant white. Reflecting the perfection of the world. Give her sisters give her brothers. But compared to me and others. She'll always be a motherless girl. Every single day. There's a million parts to play. There isn't any time for being lonely. Going up in aeroplanes. Pulling back on pony reins. Making sure that what she wears. Is looking super like her hair. The emptiness inside. Isn't strong enough to hide. That her features aren't too pretty for her pearls. Give her sisters give her brothers. But compared to me and others. She'll always be a motherless girl. Although it's heaven to touch her. She's just like a soldier. She loves. And as she sees you grow older. And no longer hold her. She knows. Give her sisters give her brothers. But compared to me and others. She'll always be a motherless girl. Oh a history of lovers. But compared to me and others. She'll always be a motherless girl. Girl.