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Date: January 28, 2000
Album:
Written by:
REAL LIVE WOMAN Trisha Yearwood
Eb Bb Eb
I don't buy the lines in magazines That tell me what I've got to be
Eb F Bb
Don't base my life on movie screen I don't fit the mold society has planned
Bb Eb
Don't need to be nineteen years old Or starve myself for some weight I'm told
Eb F Bb
Or turn men's heads down that road And I thank God I finally know just who I am
Eb Bb Gm
I ain't a movie star May never see the view from where they are
Cm F Bb
And this old town may be as far as I'm going
Eb Bb Gm
What he'll hold tonight in his hands He swears there's so much better than
C F
Anything that this old world can show him
CHORUS:
Bb F Eb
I'm a real (real) live (live) woman
Eb Bb
In love with this man I see lying here next to me
Gm Eb
Lost in the way that's he's holding
Bb F Bb
This real (real) live (live) woman
Eb Bb
In the arms of man where I'll fall to sleep
Gm Eb
Knowing there's nothing on earth he loves more than
Bb F Bb
This real (real) live (live) woman
Bb Eb
I work nine to five and I can't relate To millionaires who somehow fate
Eb F Bb
Has smiled upon and fortune made their common lives a better place to be
Eb Bb Gm
I no longer justify reasons for the way that I behave
Eb Bb Gm Eb
Offer no apologizes for the things that I believe and say
F
And I like it that way Go to chorus
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