V.I.P. Lyrics by Gwen Sebastian
Gwen Sebastian Lyrics
L.A.'s got a way of makin' everybody wanna be a star
The right place, pretty face, your name on Hollywood Boulevard.
I don't hang my hopes on a velvet rope
I trade a sunset strip for an old dirt road
I'm a barefoot girl walkin' in a high heel world
Blue jean dreams don't fit in a black tie scene
Celebrity, that ain't me
I'm a home grown down home V.I.P.
Grocery magazines are full of things nothin' like my life
What's in How to be Thin or who stole some body's wife
Inquirin' minds might wanna know
But my life's better than a T.V. show
I'm a barefoot girl walkin' in a high heel world
Blue jean dreams don't fit in a black tie scene
Celebrity, that ain't me
I'm a home grown down home V.I.P.
Cool breeze blowing through my hair
On a Sunday afternoon
Iced tea on a porch swing
Lightnin' bugs in June
I'm a barefoot girl walkin' in a high heel world
Blue jean dreams don't fit in a black tie scene
Celebrity, that ain't me
I'm a home grown down home
Barefoot girl walkin' in a high heel world
Blue jean dreams don't fit in a black tie scene
Celebrity, that ain't me
I'm a home grown down home V.I.P.
I'm a home grown down home V.I.P.
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