Whitney Rose Chivalry Is Dead
The world I dreamed and the world I know
Ain't even close, that's how it goes
Made to believe we'll meet a fella
Be like Snow White or like Cinderella
What a waste of time, all the books we read
There ain't no prince
Chivalry is dead
I found me a man and he combs his hair
But there ain't no doubt he'll always care
About that guitar more than me
I ain't even number three
No he ain't no gent, I turn my head
'Cause I'm no lady and chivalry is dead
I need a hanky on the ground about as much as I need being
Dragged around on somebody's arm
So what if at the dance I gotta deal with wandering hands
So does he and I don't see any harm
I fight my battles in a red dot dress
I ain't no damsel in distress
If that was still the mind of most
I'd be burning on a post
It don't break my heart, it hurts my head
But I'm still standing if chivalry is dead
It don't break my heart, it hurts my head