Chuck Prophet If I Was Connie Britton
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
