Words & Music by Jessie Sparks

go on & sip your glass of red wine
as you sit so cocky & bold & stare at my life

iím the kind whose gloves are on
hands up & ready to takeout someone
i do what i gotta to hold my own
but make no mistake iím not made of stone

you must walk a mile in my shoes
before you judge me like you do
i fell from grace but rose again
hey mister self-righteous

another glass, another question, indiscretion
iím holding back from letting the punches fly

iím the kind who has no shame
people move sideways when they see me coming
& the faster iím walking, the faster they run
but make no mistake my skin is not numb

you must walk a mile in my shoes
before you judge me like you do
i fell from grace but rose again
hey mister self-righteous

baby donít count on me, baby donít call for me
do what i want, iíll come when iím ready
donít open doors for me, donít step aside for me
got my own change, iíll pay my own way

baby donít count on me, baby donít call for me
do what i want, iíll come when iím ready
donít open doors for me, donít step aside for me
got my own change, iíll pay my own way

you must walk a mile in my shoes
before you judge me like you do
i fell from grace but rose again
hey mister self-righteous

wonít forget who i am, regret where iíve been
wonít say iím sorry if you donít understand
mister self-righteous, walk a mile

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