I don’t wear pink, I don’t play nice,
I’m not some doll wrapped up in lace and lies.
Plastic smiles, yeah, they don’t fit,
I’m leather, chains, and a punk-rock grit.

Forget your pearls, your perfect scene,
I’m not a part of your magazine.

I’m not your Barbie, not your dream,
I’m louder, wilder, a rock machine.
Turn up the music, make it loud,
I’m here to break free, make you proud.
Not your Barbie, I’m rock ‘n’ roll.

Trading stilettos for steel-toed boots,
I’m a wild card, not afraid of roots.
Can’t box me in, I live out loud,
Not here to please, not here to bow.

I wear my scars, don’t need your gloss,
I’m the one who knows what freedom costs.

I’m not your Barbie, not your dream,
I’m louder, wilder, a rock machine.
Turn up the music, make it loud,
I’m here to break free, make you proud.
Not your Barbie, I’m rock ‘n’ roll.

I don’t need to be painted gold,
I’m fine with the way I break the mold.
Heavy riffs and a rebel soul,
This is my life, my only goal.

I’m not your Barbie, not your dream,
I’m louder, wilder, a rock machine.
Turn up the music, make it loud,
I’m here to break free, make you proud.
Not your Barbie, I’m rock ‘n’ roll.

So keep your boxes, keep your bows,
I’m not a doll you get to pose.
Not your Barbie, not your role,
I’m born for fire, I’m rock ‘n’ roll.