By Trisha Yearwood

I don't buy the lines in magazines

That tell me what
I've gotta be

I don't base my life on a movie screen

I don't fit the mold society has planned
I don't need to be nineteen years old

Or starve myself for some weight
I'm told

Will turn men's heads--been down that road

And I thank
God I finally know just who I am
I ain't a movie star

May never see the view from where they are

And this old town might be as far as
I'm goin'

But what he'll hold tonight in his hands

He swears is so much better than

Anything that this ol' world can show him

Chorus


I'm a real live woman

In love with this man I see lying here next to me

Lost in the way that he's holdin'

This real live woman

In the arms of a man where
I'll fall asleep knowing

There's nothing on
Earth he loves more than

This real live woman
I work nine to five, and I can't relate

To millionaires who, somehow, fate

Has smiled upon and fortune made

Their common lives a better place to be
And I no longer justify

Reasons for the way that I behave

I offer no apologies

For the things that I believe and say

And I like it that way

Chorus

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