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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 Letras de cancionesBlue 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. From Letras Mania