Gwen Sebastian - V.I.P. Barefoot Girl lyrics

rate me

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.