I don't know the people with a judging eye
I know the freaks with an open mind
Whoa
I don't know the people with a secret life
I know the ones in the spotlight
Truth sets you free every time
You say you love me
Then you leave me and you testify
That I'm a dirty little demon
Runnin' out of time
Think when judgment day comes
We're gonna see who's right
If being me is wrong, then let me be the issue
If singin' my own song, makes you sad then grab the tissues
Cry to Hail Mary, let her pick the winner
I don't know the saints, I know the sinners
I don't know the people hidin' in the light
I know the freaks that marry the night
Oh, oh
The ones who play by their own rules
Don't need the good book to be good to you
No, no, nah
Yeah, they love me
Never leave me hangin' high and dry
Stick together, bird feather
Chosen family ties
When judgment day comes
Know who I want by my side
If being me is wrong, then let me be the issue
If singin' my own song, makes you sad then grab the tissues
Cry to Hail Mary, let her pick the winner
I don't know the saints, I'm a sinner
Oh
I'm a sinner
Oh
(I don't know)
I don't know the people pleasers
Know the boys in six inch pleasers
And the girls strapped up real tight
Lovin' who ever they like
I don't know the hypocrites
Throwing stones from glass closets
I know the folks who live for themselves
And no one else
If being me is wrong, then let me be the issue
If singin' my own song, makes you sad then grab the tissues
Cry to Hail Mary, let her pick the winner
I don't know the saints, I'm a sinner
Ah yeah (ah yeah)
I'm a sinner baby
I don't know the saints, I'm a sinner
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