I know that I'm not perfect
My flaws have caused you strife
But what if I could change for you
And be like a Stepford wife.
I'd change my image so that my looks
Would not be a horrid eye sore
Be a Barbie doll brought to life
Who could ask for anything more?
I'd keep my thoughts so vivid and free
To myself and never speak
I'd listen and agree to everything you say
I must be shy and meek.
Whatever you want I'd do for you
I know where my place should be
Either cooking or cleaning or obeying your commands
The Stepford life for me.
You can tell everyone I'm your Stepford girl
Something too good to be true
And although the change would make me unhappy
I'd do it so I wouldn't lose you.
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