the image of me

yes

i know she's the life of the party

and without her

things here would die

oh

but don't be fooled by her laughter

she has her sad times

she knows how to cry. she drinks

and she talks

just a little too loud

and with her pride gone

she tags along

with any old crowd. yes

i know i'm to blame

and i feel so ashamed

that i made her the image of me. i met her in a little country town

she was simple and old-fashioned in some ways

but she loved me till i dragged her down

then she just gave up and drifted away. she drinks

and she talks

just a little too loud

and with her pride gone

she tags along

with any old crowd. yes

i know i'm to blame

and i feel so ashamed

that i made her the image of me.