It’s dead

Chivalry is dead
He tells you your pretty you say he’s fake
He opens the door you slam it in his face
His taste isn’t expensive and either was the date but he wore a suit you wore your grapes
Chivalry is dead
He calls you a bad bitch and you blush
He fucks you & doesn’t call now your in love
He slaps you around in his brand new car but at least he’s got style now what else could you want
Chivalry is dead because we don’t allow it to live
Calling boys thirsty when they want to be your prince
So don’t cry when your glass slipper is never found you let it get lost in this generation of clowns