Girl Next Door

[Verse 1]

Got a call from my friend

She saw my picture again in a magazine

We laughed out loud 'cause she said:

"Remember when this was all a silly dream?"

Now I wake up every day in a different city

A smile on my face, somebody pinch me

She said, "All the world's your stage"

But girl, you know those cameras and lights

Won't ever change me

[Chorus]

I don't need champagne

When I'm back home with my friends

We sip our tea on the porch

'Cause I'm still the girl next door

No fancy things when I come off tour

I'll slip back into my jeans

'Cause I'm still the girl next door

[Verse 2]

It's amazin' to hear people singin' along

Hear the radio playin' my song

I still get butterflies, still get nervous inside

In the spotlight

Now every now and then

I miss Friday nights cruisin' down to the dive bar

We waste the night away

Spend Saturday sleepin' in late

Those were the good days

[Chorus]

I don't need champagne

When I'm back home with my friends

We sip our tea on the porch

'Cause I'm still the girl next door

No fancy things when I come off tour

I'll slip back into my jeans

'Cause I'm still the girl next door

[Bridge]

And even when I'm miles away

I'll always have the roots from where I came

'Cause when it all fades away

My home will still be the same

Yeah, yeah, oh-oh

[Chorus]

I don't need champagne

When I'm back home with my friends

We sip our tea on the porch

'Cause I'm still the girl next door

No fancy things when I come off tour

I'll slip back into my jeans

'Cause I'm still the girl next door

I don't need champagne

When I'm back home with my friends (Ooh)

We sip our tea on the porch

'Cause I'm still the girl next door

No fancy things when I come off tour

I'll slip back into my jeans (Into my jeans)

'Cause I'm still the girl next door (Hey)

I don't need champagne

When I'm back home with my friends (Back home with my friends)

We sip our tea on the porch

'Cause I'm still the girl next door (Oh)

No fancy things when I come off tour (Ooh)

I'll slip back into my jeans (Hey)

'Cause I'm still the girl next door

I don't need champagne