alma cook

This is not what it looks like, Your Honor. 
I might've been unkind, 
But I'm not a crook—everything is by the Book 
When I'm present in mind. 

He got the better of my sanity when 
He put the pressure on my vanity. 
Coming at me overbearing, he daringly 
Summoned up the nerve to look at me & say, 

"Oh, girl—don't tell me the issue. 
Lord knows it's a cold world, but nobody asked you. 
Now, if you just sit tight, I'll put your head on right; 
You're gonna see the light..." 

CHORUS: 
He thinks he's a hotshot, & it got in my way 
I wasn't really trying to fight today, 
But if I don't run my mouth, it looks like I got nothing to say. 
So can I get a little, get a little more grace? 
I'm making trouble & I'm struggling to save face. 
And then my cover blows & colors show, 
I know how the story goes: 
You'll put me back in my place. 

Am I really at fault now, Your Honor? 
Since when is caring a crime? 
It was impolite, but it would've come out right 
If I'd taken my time. 

See, it grates me, irritates me 
To see somebody thinking he can deflate me. 
I can't track my place in his lack of case & 
I don't know if I can keep a straight face. 

He say, "Oh, girl, you're walking a fine line. 
You might've heard: it's a cold world, so I gotta get mine. 
But if you take my hand, I'll be the better man 
And help you understand." 

CHORUS 

He really thinks he's a…and it got in my way [x4] 

CHORUS 2: 
I really think I'm a hotshot, & it got in my way 
I wasn't really trying to fight today, 
But if I don't run my mouth, it looks like I got nothing to say. 
Oh, can I get a little, little more grace? 
'Cause I'm making trouble & I gotta save face, 
Oh, & the cover blows & colors show; I know how the story goes:
You'll put me back in my place.