In "Blonde," Kip Moore critiques the superficial transformations and abandonment of roots that often accompany fame. The song narrates the story of a woman who has drastically changed her lifestyle and identity to fit into a glamorous, public persona, consequently distancing herself from her humble beginnings and familial ties. Through poignant lyrics, Moore expresses disappointment in how she has forsaken her true self for celebrity status, symbolized by her unauthentic blonde hair. The repeated references to her past—highlighting moments of vulnerability and genuine connection with the narrator—underscore a sense of betrayal and loss. Ultimately, the song serves as a lament for the authentic connections lost in the pursuit of fame and an admonishment against losing one's identity in the glare of public scrutiny.
Blonde
Lyrics
I saw you in a magazine just the other day
When they asked you where you came from, funny you forgot this place
I guess you caught amnesia, we've been knowing you before Pre-K
Can't hide the real you behind that new fake name
You can chase the lights
You can chase the fame
Used to be the captain of the cheer team
Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen
Don't sell yourself long girl
You must be confused
You ain't even blonde girl
Or even true to your roots, yeah
I saw your Mama and your sister on Sunday
Your little brother starts school on Monday
Your granddaddy'd roll over in his grave
If he saw the way you changed
You can chase the lights
You can chase the fame
Used to be the captain of the cheer team
Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen
Don't sell yourself long girl
You must be confused
You ain't even blonde girl
Or even true to your roots
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah
I used to love your lips girl
They had a down home taste
So why'd you go and fill 'em girl
Mess up the ones that God gave
You can chase the lights
You can chase the fame
Used to be the captain of the cheer team
Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen
Don't sell yourself long girl
You must be confused
You ain't even blonde girl
Or even true to your roots
We were right there when your Daddy wasn't
We were there the first time you got drunk
Couldn't even hold up your head
So I picked you up and put you in bed
My shirt dried your tears when Brett broke your heart
I took the blame in that old cop car
Laughed when you choked on your first smoke
Watching you now is a damn joke, yeah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah
Writer(s): DAVID GARCIA, JOSHUA MILLER, KIP MOORE, STEVEN LEE OLSEN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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