I'm not prim and proper,
I'm not neat and tidy,
I'm not a work-a-holic
with an evil family.

I'm not very kind and gentle,
like a lady needs to be,
I'm not like all those fairy tales,
I am only me.

I like to play dirty,
I like to show I'm tough,
I like to make people crings
at all that creepy stuff.

They way I speak is very strange,
My voice is raspy and not clean,
I depend only on myself,
on no one else I lean.

I don't believe in true love,
It makes me very sick,
I'm not a lovesick puppy,
nor a plain unloving chick.

Of course love is possible,
Not true love tho I say,
It all is very fake,
It is a great facade.

People dream of princesses,
so nice and very proper,
Those kind and caring people,
who don't get chased by coppers.

They always find true love,
no matter who it is with,
They always get the praise,
For me it's only a myth.

Can't you tell about our difference,
I am a real person named Jess,
I am not a programmed drone,
I am not a Disney Princess