Not a pretty girl

I am not a pretty girl,
that is not what i do.
i ain't no damsel in distress,
and i don't need to be rescued.
so, so put me down punk.
wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair?
isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere?
i am not an angry girl,
but it seems like i've got everyone fooled.
every time i say something they find hard to hear,
they chalk it up to my anger,
and never to their own fear.
imagine you're a girl,
just trying to finally come clean,
knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty...
and smiling.
and i am sorry,
but i am not a maiden fair,
and i am not a kitten, stuck up a tree somewhere.
generally my generation
would never be caught dead working for the man.
and generally i agree with them,
trouble is you got to find yourself an alternate plan.
and i have earned my disallusionment,
i have been working
all of my life.
and i am a patriot.
i have been fighting the good fight.
and what if there are no damsels in distress?
what if i knew that, and i called your bluff?
don't you think every kitten
figures out how to get down,
whether or not you ever show up?
i am not a pretty girl.
don't really want to be a pretty girl.