You’re leaning on my counter like you own the floor,
Asking when the coffee’s ready, then asking for even more.
Thinking I’m here to starch your shirts and keep the kitchen clean,
Like I stepped right out of some 1950s magazine—but that's not me.
You want a little housewife who listens and obeys,
Someone to keep the house in order while you spend your days
Doing whatever it is you think is so important.
Well, your timing is bad and your head is totally distorted now.

Fuck that!
I’m not that girl!
Fuck that!
I’m not the quiet center of your little world! (no,  no!)
I’m a riot, I’m a wreck, I’m a jagged edge! (yeah!)
I’m jumping off the traditional ledge!
I am not that girl!
no, no
Fuck that
Fuck that

Don’t tell me to smile, and don’t you dare tell me to sit still.
I’m not some empty vessel for you to try and fill up with your junk.
You expect a "yes" and a hot dinner on the plate,
But I’ve got a guitar and a much better fate waiting for me.
You want me soft and sweet, you want me to conform to your rules,
But you’re standing in the middle of a category five storm.
I’m not your mother, and I’m definitely not your prize,
I can see the disappointment in your boring, tired eyes.

Fuck that!
I’m not that girl!
Fuck that!
I’m not the quiet center of your little world! (no,  no!)
I’m a riot, I’m a wreck, I’m a jagged edge! (yeah!)
I’m jumping off the traditional ledge!
I am not that girl!
no, no
Fuck that
Fuck that

Put your own shoes away.
Find your own damn way home.
I’m not a helper, I’m not a saint.
I’m the thing you’re scared of, the thing you can’t paint over.
I’m loud. I’m messy. I’m here to stay forever.

Fuck that!
I’m not that girl!
Fuck that!
I’m not the quiet center of your little world! (no,  no!)
I’m a riot, I’m a wreck, I’m a jagged edge! (yeah!)
I’m jumping off the traditional ledge!
I am not that girl!
no, no
Fuck that
Fuck that

no, no
Fuck that
Fuck that
Yeah.
Go fix it yourself.
I’m not that girl.

I'm Not That Girl

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