Conway Twitty
The Image of Me
The Image Of MeConway TwittyYes I know she's the life of the partyAnd without her things here would dieOh but don't be fooled by her laughterShe has her sad times, she knows how to cry(chorus)She drinks, and she talks, just a little too loudAnd with her pride gone, she hangs aroundWith any old crowdYes I know I'm to blame, and i feel so ashamedThat I made her the image of meI met her in a little country townShe was simple and old fashioned in some waysBut she loved me 'till I dragged her downThen she just gave up and drifted away(chorus)
From Letras Mania