If I Was Connie Britton - Chuck Prophet

If I was Connie Britton

Man, I tell you what I’d do

I’d brush my hair every morning

On the weekends, too

If I was Connie Britton

You’d know me by my walk

And if I got pulled over

I’d only have to talk

I’d say, I don’t know ya’ll

Something don’t seem right

And the cops could not resist

They’d let me off with a warning, they would

And I’d blow 'em all a kiss

If I was Connie Britton, yeah!

Hold on

Everything would go my way

If I was Connie Britton

I’d be forgiven for my sins

I’d never read a tabloid once

I’d wear turquoise to the gym

Leather pants in the summertime

Hot pants in the cold

Man, if I was Connie Britton

I would have so many clothes

Yes I would now!

Well come on!

Everything would go my way

I’d sleep beneath a chandelier

I’d live on Chinese herbs

My skin would smell like berries

And my feet would never hurt

If I was Connie Britton

I’d drive a long, pink Cadillac

When people saw me coming

They would know just where I was at

I’d drive up to the top of the hill

I’d park above the clouds

I’d wait until the trumpets blow

And maybe then I might come down

If I was Connie Britton

Hold on!

Everything would go my way

Come on!

I’d never have to walk in chains

If I was Connie Britton

Everything would go my way