Grab a girl, a girl for me, ’n put ‘er on display-- for all to see!
Build ‘er up, ’n tear ‘er down-- it don’t matter with all around.
Fake a smile, shed a tear-- it’s a good time with everybody ‘ere.
Strip ‘er clothes, dress ‘er up nice-- soon she’ll be dolled up thrice.
Apply foundation, ’n line ‘er eyes-- it’s okay sweetie, don’t cry.
Straight’n ‘er hair, add a frilly bow-- don’t leave a stray a woe!
Shave ‘er legs, ’n darken ’er tan-- come 'n ‘elp-- anybody can!
Take the wallflo’er, make ‘er dance, now there! ‘ere’s ‘er chance!
She may not like it, refuse to play, but every puppet’s got ‘er day.
She may whine, cry, ’n complain, but don’t dare let ‘er beauty wan!
So she wants a book? Pay no heed-- for a mind, she’s got no need!
She’s a beauty, not a beast-- she don’t need brains, not in the least!