Ken Doll
Hey, Ken
So I heard that you like gay men?
Hey, little cutie over there on my plasma screen
I think I saw your fully naked spread in Playboy Magazine
Your retail price is cute but I wish that you were more elastic
Wanna dance with you but your body's stuck, it moves like plastic (Plastic)
And I think about when we can fuck (Fuck me)
But your girl got you out of luck
I wanna party with you
I think of cute things we'll do
Ride your rocket to the moon
With a view, me and you
Do you think of us too?
And when you text me hot nudes (Oh my God, oh my God)
It for sure improves my mood (my-my mood, my, my mood)
You really know what to do, when you move
Leave your boo, you're my Ken Doll
Fucking on the top of your dollar bills
I think about our super Barbie Dreamhouse in Hollywood Hills
Bedazzled purple jewels (My favourite!)
Your girlfriend should get the message (What message?)
We went to the same school (She's stupid)
I smell burnt plastic from the wreckage
Should've known that you
Would come back round here looking for him
In your tiny shorts, all close up tryna Hook 'n Load him
And I'm not stupid
I can tell you two are trading loads (Trading loads) behind my back
Anytime, 'cause all I really wanted was some extra funds
And some Chanel boots
Either time boy, seen you're fucking, I'll be at the mall, the mall
Ayesha Nicole Smith, hi!
"Come on, babe, tell Barbie what's up!"
I wanna party with you
I think of cute things we'll do
Ride your rocket to the moon
With a view, me and you
Do you think of us too?
And when you text me hot nudes (Oh my God, oh my God)
It for sure improves my mood (my-my mood, my, my mood)
You really know what to do, when you move
Leave your boo, you're my Ken Doll
Ken, I hate to say this clearly but we know that you're a queer
Please come out of the closet, baby, we can't have one but just maybe
If you drop your Catholic teachings we could have sex on the beach and—
Just maybe
You're gay, Ken
I wanna party with you
I think of cute things we'll do
Ride your rocket to the moon
With a view, me and you
Do you think of us too?
And when you text me hot nudes (Oh my God, oh my God)
It for sure improves my mood (my-my mood, my, my mood)
You really know what to do, when you move
Leave your boo, you're my Ken Doll
So I heard that you like gay men?
Hey, little cutie over there on my plasma screen
I think I saw your fully naked spread in Playboy Magazine
Your retail price is cute but I wish that you were more elastic
Wanna dance with you but your body's stuck, it moves like plastic (Plastic)
And I think about when we can fuck (Fuck me)
But your girl got you out of luck
I wanna party with you
I think of cute things we'll do
Ride your rocket to the moon
With a view, me and you
Do you think of us too?
And when you text me hot nudes (Oh my God, oh my God)
It for sure improves my mood (my-my mood, my, my mood)
You really know what to do, when you move
Leave your boo, you're my Ken Doll
Fucking on the top of your dollar bills
I think about our super Barbie Dreamhouse in Hollywood Hills
Bedazzled purple jewels (My favourite!)
Your girlfriend should get the message (What message?)
We went to the same school (She's stupid)
I smell burnt plastic from the wreckage
Should've known that you
Would come back round here looking for him
In your tiny shorts, all close up tryna Hook 'n Load him
And I'm not stupid
I can tell you two are trading loads (Trading loads) behind my back
Anytime, 'cause all I really wanted was some extra funds
And some Chanel boots
Either time boy, seen you're fucking, I'll be at the mall, the mall
Ayesha Nicole Smith, hi!
"Come on, babe, tell Barbie what's up!"
I wanna party with you
I think of cute things we'll do
Ride your rocket to the moon
With a view, me and you
Do you think of us too?
And when you text me hot nudes (Oh my God, oh my God)
It for sure improves my mood (my-my mood, my, my mood)
You really know what to do, when you move
Leave your boo, you're my Ken Doll
Ken, I hate to say this clearly but we know that you're a queer
Please come out of the closet, baby, we can't have one but just maybe
If you drop your Catholic teachings we could have sex on the beach and—
Just maybe
You're gay, Ken
I wanna party with you
I think of cute things we'll do
Ride your rocket to the moon
With a view, me and you
Do you think of us too?
And when you text me hot nudes (Oh my God, oh my God)
It for sure improves my mood (my-my mood, my, my mood)
You really know what to do, when you move
Leave your boo, you're my Ken Doll
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Writer(s): Kian Jenner
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