Words & Music by Jessie Sparks

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

i’m 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 i’m 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
i’m holding back from letting the punches fly

i’m the kind who has no shame
people move sideways when they see me coming
& the faster i’m 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 don’t count on me, baby don’t call for me
do what i want, i’ll come when i’m ready
don’t open doors for me, don’t step aside for me
got my own change, i’ll pay my own way

baby don’t count on me, baby don’t call for me
do what i want, i’ll come when i’m ready
don’t open doors for me, don’t step aside for me
got my own change, i’ll 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

won’t forget who i am, regret where i’ve been
won’t say i’m sorry if you don’t understand
mister self-righteous, walk a mile

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