Pretty

When I was younger So much younger I believed in fairy tales Now I'm older And I'm colder And the story's getting stale They say that girls need perfect posture I'm more blue jeans Sorry I'm not her I got dirt in my fingernails I can change my tires I can handle my whiskey I can flirt baby I can play But I sure don't need a man To tell me I'm pretty Pardon me Pardon me I don't need a man To tell me I'm pretty Pardon me Pardon me I don't need a man To tell me I'm pretty Opposition Ammunition I can fight just like the boys Don't need permission To break tradition I can speak with my own voice They say that girls need perfect posture I'm more blue jeans sorry I'm not her I got dirt in my fingernails I can change my tires I can handle my whiskey I can flirt baby I can play But I sure don't need a man To tell me I'm pretty Pardon me Pardon me I don't need a man To tell me I'm pretty Pardon me Pardon me I don't need a man To tell me I'm pretty