Cheryl McColgan opens with a high-energy monologue about being a modern Barbie who defines beauty on her own terms. She flaunts luxury references and declares she's "bad like the Barbie," then explains why she doesn't use mascara, rejecting conventional beauty products in favor of her own standards.
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Stop playing with them, Riot! And I'm bad like the Barbie. I'm a doll, but I still wanna party. Pink felt like I'm ready to bend. I'm a 10, so I pull in a Ken. Like Jazzy, Stacey, Nikki. All of the Barbies is pretty. Damn! All of the Barbies is bad. It girls, and we ain't playing tag. Red, but he spank me when I get bad. I'm in LA Rodeo Drive. I'm in New York Madison Ave. I'm a Barbie girl. Pink Barbie Dreamhouse. The way Ken be killing shit got me yelling out like the Scream house. Yelling out, we ain't selling out. We got money, but We ain't lending out, we got bars, but we ain't belling out. In that pink Ferrari, we pilling out. I told Tay, bring the barbilla out. The poop so cold, we just chilling out. They be yelling, yelling, yet yelling out. It's Barbie, bitch, if you still in doubt. And I'm bad like the Barbie. I'm a doll, but I still wanna party. Pink felt like I'm ready to blend. I'm a 10, so I pull in a Ken. Like Jazzy Stacy, Nikki. All of the Barbies is pretty. Damn. All of the Barbies is bad. It girls. And we ain't playing tag.