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They are my scene.
My scene. You know what i mean. If not; just say Barbie's so yesterday. Shelly has gone girls want to talk, hear what they got to say. "Barbie's out of biz, mommy we want my scene today." "No more Barbie, we want my scene everyday. "The time Barbie is out of biz mom you call me on that day." See what i mean. They have had enough of Barbie and wanna hang out with the foursome. Nolee, Madison, Chelsea and Barbie just not the one you're thinking about. Come on, get out. We want to go shopping. We want to mix our video. We want to play lost and found. We want to chill out. We want a night out. We want to be jamming in Jamaica. What shall we make her. What shall they need. The four dolls my scene. You know what i mean. It's my scene. WE want to give them a new look. I wanna browse on their web page, watch their shows and do a brief outline of fashion designing and meet nolee play some other game. My scene are not lame. It's so good they came. Barbie's going down. I can see a rip in her gown. Shelly and her both have a frown. No more crown. They feel the water's too deep and they will drown. My scene are going to blow them away. Come on make way for the new classy, chics, Madison, Nolee, Barbie and Chelsea. They are the new trend. They are the new friend. They are my scene. So Barbie gotta watch her back. BABY ITS MY SCENE. MY SCENE. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SEEN. WITH BARBIE ITS NEVER BEEN. NOW GIRL'S ARE NO LONGER KEEN. So bye, bye bimbo. Vote for this poem
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