Vip Lyrics - Singles - Summer Schappell

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