This is about a gal lost in a daydream of sorts, thinking about just what would she do if a windfall should come her way.

PUT MY FOOT DOWN © 2008 Janice Hopkins/ Melody Hopkins/ Jeffrey Socia Well, he was suckin’ out all the good air Stiflin’ my creative flair Tells me I can’t do that, I can’t do this I was getting ’ too bored to even care Heard a question from a PBS scholar Didn’t take long for me to ponder In a matter of minutes, I had my list What would I do with a million dollars? I’d Put My Foot Down Leave town…. With brand-name clothes, and lots of high heels Two cosmetic deals, that aren’t quite real With a laptop and a sparkling white smile Google a map, head west for awhile Atlanta to Tennessee…. My Manolos on the peddle…wonderin’ why I settled Turn my rear view ‘round Put My Foot Down Wouldn’t look back ‘til the dust had cleared I’d see him on the porch, drownin’ in his own tears Yellin’ Please come back, I promise I’ll change He’d still be there ‘bout this time next year I’d Put My Foot Down Leave town…. With brand-name clothes, and lots of high heels Two cosmetic deals, that aren’t quite real With a laptop and a sparkling white smile Google a map, head west awhile Atlanta to Tennessee… My Manolos on the peddle…wonderin’ why I settled Turn my rear view ‘round Put My Foot Down Bridge: He wouldn’t know what hit him I’d hope he has a nice life, but I’m gonna forget him When I finally make my own way in that country tinsel town If I ever met another guy like him…… I’ll Put My Foot Down Leave town… With brand-name clothes, and lots of high heels Two cosmetic deals, that aren’t quite real With a laptop and a sparkling white smile Google a map, head west awhile There’s a lot of this world to see My Manolos on the peddle…no, this gal won’t settle Turn my rear view ‘round Put My Foot Down Hook repeats for tags: