music and lyrics by jo davidson

You said my tight jeans were causing him to sin
and that anyway you never liked girls like me
strutting around with my shirt tucked in
not covering what the boys shouldn't see

you called me a bitch it became my new name
then you tried to teach me to love
your impact stopped where your actions left off
I felt I was never good enough

with rules by which even God wouldn't abide
you set down the iron fist
I fell in lust and the punishment stung like fresh
blood on a suicidal wrist

in spite of the four foot log in your eye
you sought out the speck in my own
you delivered your judgment day after day
from the glass house where you threw stones

rose colored glasses
they were all I knew how to wear
I was young and I had no money
to buy me another pair so I wore my
rose colored glasses