The Image Of Me

Well, 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's got her sad times, she knows how to cry
 Well, she drinks and she talks, just a little too loud
 And with her pride gone, she'll tag 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
 Well, I met her in a little country town
 She was simple and old fashioned in some ways
 And loved me 'til I dragged her down
 Then she just gave up and drifted away
 Well, she drinks and she talks, just a little too loud
 And with her pride gone, she'll tag 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
 Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
 That I made her the image of me
 Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
 That I made her the image of me