Chivalry is Dead - Whitney Rose

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 more Cinderella

What a waste of time, all the books we read

There ain’t no prince, chivalry is dead

Well, 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 got to deal with wandering hands?

So does he and I don’t see any harm

I fight my battles in a red dot dress

No, I ain’t no damsel in distress

If that was still the mind of most

Then 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

But I’m still standing if chivalry is dead

It don’t break my heart, it hurts my head

But I’m still standing if chivalry is dead