LAs got a way of making everybody wanna be a star
The right place, a pretty face, your name on Hollywood Boulevard
I dont hand my hopes on a velvet rope
Id trade the Sunset Strip for an old dirt road
Im a barefoot girl, walking in a high heel world
Blue jean dreams dont fit in a black-tie scene
Celebrity that aint me
Im a home-grown, down-home V.I.P
Grocery magazines, full of things
Aint nothing like my life
Whats in, how to be thin, or who stole somebodys wife
Inquiring minds might wanna know
But my lifes better than a TV show
Im a barefoot girl, walking in a high heel world
Blue jean dreams dont fit in a black-tie scene
Celebrity that aint me
Im a home-grown, down-home V.I.P
Warm breeze blowing through my hair on a Sunday afternoon
Iced tea on a porch swing and lightning bugs in June
Im a barefoot girl, walking in a high heel world
Blue jean dreams dont fit in a black-tie scene
Celebrity that aint me
Im a home-grown, down-home
Barefoot girl, walking in a high heel world
Blue jean dreams dont fit in a black-tie scene
Celebrity that aint me
Im a home-grown, down-home V.I.P
Im a home-grown, down-home V.I.P
Down-home V.I.P