Story Behind The Song

When the country girl next door flees to Hollywood and forgets her roots when she becomes a media sensation.

Song Description

Instrumental version also available upon request.

Lyrics

Verse 1:
You were a country girl in a little hick town
I was the boy next door that you couldn't turn down
I tried to make you mine and got down on one knee
You said, "Honey, this town ain't gonna hold me"
So, you hopped a bus out to Sunny L.A.
Sayin' someday, babe, they're gonna know my name
You hooked a movie star and got him payin' your bills
Now you're livin' in up in the Hollywood Hills

Prechorus 1:
You got the TMZ camped out at your door
You're makin' headline news at the grocery store, oh

Chorus:
Come on now, baby - you're Big Timin' me here
I don't like the tone of your voice and your body language is clear
Come on now, baby - just get over yourself
You've been driving 'round in those fancy cars like you're somebody else
So, come on baby

Verse 2:
I went to call you up just for old time's sake
But, your manager told me that'll run me 10K
I said, "Come on, man! What the hell do you mean?"
He said, "Your girl next door is now a media queen."

Prechorus 2:
You've been shakin' your ass with Versace on
And brushing your teeth with Dom Perignon

Chorus:
Come on now, baby - you're Big Timin' me here
I don't like the tone of your voice and your body language is clear
Come on now, baby - just get over yourself
You've been driving 'round in those fancy cars like you're somebody else
So, come on baby

Chorus:
Come on now, baby - you're Big Timin' me here
I don't like the tone of your voice and your body language is clear
Come on now, baby - just get over yourself
You've been driving 'round in those fancy cars like you're somebody else

Chorus:
Come on now, baby - you're Big Timin' me here
I don't like the tone of your voice and your body language is clear
Come on now, baby - just get over yourself
You've been driving 'round in those fancy cars like you're somebody else

Ooh, like you're somebody else