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



Credits
Writer(s): Allison Fortier, Ryan Stewart, Tavish Crowe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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