I've Got Nothing To Prove
© Copyright 2006 John M. Anderson
Don’t want a yacht or a home in the Hills
Those kinds of frills will never stress me
Don’t need to bend with all of the trends
Don’t want my friends to second-guess me

I never wanted, I never needed
To imitate someone else’s groove
So, don’t even ask me
About my bad attitude
I’ve got nothin’ to prove

Don’t need to wear a ring in my nose
Designer clothes do not impress me
Don’t need a pair of augmented boobs
To light the fuse, when you undress me

I never wanted, I never needed
To imitate someone else’s groove
So, don’t even ask me
About my bad attitude

All that I really need
Is a foot-stompin’, buck bronkin’
Honky-tonk beat
So play it loud and turn up the heat
Until the Texas rhythm rocks me
To the boots on my feet  (Fire it up!)
I never wanted, I never needed
To imitate someone else’s groove
So, don’t even ask me
About my bad attitude
I’ve got nothin’ to prove

I’ll stand my ground and never back down
The simple life is where I’m leaning
Imported cars and big diamond rings
Are things that bling and have no
meaning

I never wanted, I never needed
To imitate someone else’s groove
So, don’t even ask me
About my bad attitude
I’ve got nothin’ to prove
I’ve got nothin’ to prove
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