Paper Bird Barbie At The Tollgate

She's working at the toll gate
Where he drives by every day
He's a business man with fantasies
He'd never dare to say
And the cars rush by her little house
Made of glass and steel
And the vibration of the asphalt
is what she no longer feels

oh she's the only thing that doesn't move
in two hundred miles
she sits and drinks her coffee
while she dreams of curtains and tiles
she'd buy for her luxury apartment
on the twelfth floor above the ground
in a skyscraper at the coast
where the surf is the only sound
oh yeah

they're sucking out her brain here
it feels, oh no, it doesn't feel like anything at all
once a day she gets a smile
once a day she gets a call
and he can't stop here even if he'd want to
he can't stop in the middle of the road
although maybe he's imagined once
her body naked under her coat
oh yeah

or Barbie, oh Barbie, oh Barbie at the tollgate
won't you step out of your little house once a day?
Oh Barbie, oh Barbie?