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

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 fashion in some way

But she loved me till I dragged her down

Then she just gave up and drifted away

Now she drinks and she talks just a little too loud

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

Yes, I made her the image of me