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

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Yes, 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