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Sophia Scott

In Her Shoes

 

In Her Shoes


Always wanted red lips from Mary Kay
Revlon blonde hair long legs
Dancing in the kitchen like no one was there
I was watching from the top of the stairs

I always tried to sit in on girls night
Gossip looked more fun with a glass of wine
No one else I wanted to be
Well the apple ain't far from the tree

She got a laugh
You can't forget
A little sass
A long a list of bad men
Holds her liquor better than a bottle can
Ain't afraid to let'cha know where she stands
Maybe too strong for her own good
Sure she saw a little more than she should
She don't look back
When she leaves a room and
Damn if that ain't me too
Am I my mother
Or am I just walking in her shoes

Working two jobs barely making rent
Never short on good times, good friends
Falling for a guy to fix up
We just can't seem to quit the hard stuff
And how much of her do they see in me
The apple ain't far from the tree

She got a laugh
You can't forget
A little sass
A long a list of bad men
Holds her liquor better than a bottle can
Aint afraid to let'cha know where she stands
Maybe too strong for her own good
Sure she saw a little more than she should
She don't look back
When she leaves a room and
Damn if that ain't me too
Am I my mother
Or am I just walking in her shoes
Walking in her shoes

In her boots
In her heels
And the way that she feels
When the leaves turn into fresh snow
In her head
In her heart
Ya there's always a part
Of her everywhere I go

Like a laugh
You can't forget
A little sass
A long a list of bad men
Holds her liquor better than a bottle can
Ain't afraid to let'cha know where she stands
Maybe too strong for her own good
Sure she saw a little more than she should
She don't look back
When she leaves a room and
Damn if that ain't me too

Am I my mother
Am I my mother
Or am I just walking in her shoes
Walking, walking in her shoes

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