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