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 and she knows how to cry.

She drinks and she talks just a little to loud

And with her bright gown, she hangs around 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 to loud

And with her bright gown, she hangs around with any old

crowd

Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed

That I made her the image of me.