| If I was Connie Britton
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| Man, I tell you what I’d do
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| I’d brush my hair every morning
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| On the weekends, too
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| If I was Connie Britton
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| You’d know me by my walk
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| And if I got pulled over
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| I’d only have to talk
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| I’d say, I don’t know ya’ll
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| Something don’t seem right
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| And the cops could not resist
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| They’d let me off with a warning, they would
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| And I’d blow 'em all a kiss
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| If I was Connie Britton, yeah!
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| Hold on
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| Everything would go my way
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| If I was Connie Britton
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| I’d be forgiven for my sins
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| I’d never read a tabloid once
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| I’d wear turquoise to the gym
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| Leather pants in the summertime
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| Hot pants in the cold
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| Man, if I was Connie Britton
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| I would have so many clothes
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| Yes I would now!
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| Well come on!
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| Everything would go my way
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| I’d sleep beneath a chandelier
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| I’d live on Chinese herbs
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| My skin would smell like berries
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| And my feet would never hurt
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| If I was Connie Britton
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| I’d drive a long, pink Cadillac
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| When people saw me coming
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| They would know just where I was at
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| I’d drive up to the top of the hill
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| I’d park above the clouds
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| I’d wait until the trumpets blow
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| And maybe then I might come down
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| If I was Connie Britton
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| Hold on!
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| Everything would go my way
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| Come on!
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| I’d never have to walk in chains
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| If I was Connie Britton
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| Everything would go my way |