Page three of the County Tribune
There’s a story about the fair and a picture of you
In black and white, blue ribbon, best in show
Already know what happens now
The editor of Vogue rolls through town
Sees that picture, tracks you down
And the next thing you know

They’re gonna put you on the cover, girl
And you outshine them other girls
And everybody will discover, girl
What I already know
There ain’t another girl
Anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you
The only trouble, girl
Is that you’d have to go
And blow your cover, girl

Before long, the secret’s out
And there’s paparazzi outside your house
And peace and quiet and going out
That’s a thing of the past
Red carpet, you’re lookin’ hot
And I think I am too but I guess I’m not
'Cause it’s “Hey hillbilly, get outta the shot”
As the cameras flash

As they put you on the cover, girl
And you outshine them other girls
And everybody will discover, girl What I already know
Nah, there ain’t another girl
Anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you
The only trouble girl
Is that you’d have to go
And blow your cover, girl

They’re gonna put you on the cover, girl
And them other girls
Will discover, girl
What I already, I already know
There ain’t another girl
Anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you
The only trouble, girl
Is that you’d have to go
And blow your cover, girl