Small-town people talking
Not sure what they're saying
Word has it
That I'm not their favorite
I feel their eyes upon me
'Cause they're not sure what they see
My attitude and my confidence
The way I wear my bling
You don't like my hair
Or the way I wear my jeans
A little too tight but it feels right
And I'm okay with me
I know who I am
And don't you ever doubt it
Think what you want, say what you will
'Cause givin' a damn don't go with my outfit
Y'all don't see me on Sundays
And you don't think that's right
I've seen most of you wasted
Where I play on Saturday nights
You stumble to the stage
Shoutin', "Livin' On A Prayer"
And all those drinks you're poundin's
Got you more than "halfway there"
You don't like my hair
Or the way I wear my jeans
A little too tight but it feels right
And I'm okay with me
I know who I am
And don't you ever doubt it
Think what you want, say what you will
'Cause givin' a damn don't go with my outfit
Only one judge matters
And I promise, it's not you
You might want to pray a little harder
The next time you're in that pew
(You know what I mean), yeah yeah yeah
You don't like my hair
Or the way I wear my jeans
A little too tight but it feels right
And I'm okay with me
Well I know who I am
So raise your hands and shout it
Think what you want, say what you will
'Cause givin' a damn don't go with my outfit!
