Daughters of Feminists

In an attempt to waste some of my time, I decided to write out the lyrics for Daughters of Feminists by Nancy White. It reminds me of me and sets up some of the thoughts in my hear very well. So here it is.

Daughters of feminists love to wear pink and white short frilly dresses and speak of successes with boys. It annoys their mum.
Daughters of feminists won't put on jeans or the precious contruction boots momma found cute. Ugly shoes they refuse. How come?
Daughters of feminists think they'll get married to some wealthy guy who'll support them forever.
Daughters of feminists don't bother voting at all.
Daughters of feminists beg to wear lipstick each day from the age of three.
Daughters of feminists think that a princess is what they were destined to be.

How did they get so girly?
How come they wanta Barbie?
Why does it start so early?
Why when we bring her up just like a fella, who does she idolize? Cinderella

Honey, she's a doormat. You think when she marries that prince he's not going to expect her to run that entire castle. Look at all those rooms. And he's always on the room. And Snow White, doing all the housework for seven guys in return for room and board. This is no deal.

Daughters of feminists bruise so easily.
Daughters of feminists hurt.
Daughters of feminists curtsy and skip.
Daughters of feminists flirt.

They say "Please mommy, can I do the dishes?" or "Let's make a pie for my brother.
Are they sincere? Are they crazy?
Or are they just trying to stick it to mother?

How did they get so girly?
How come they want a Barbie?
Why does it start so early?

Daughters of feminists love to wear pink and white short frilly dresses and speak of successes with boys.