conway twitty
the image of me
The Image Of Me Conway Twitty 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 (chorus) She drinks, and she talks, just a little too loud And with her pride gone, 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 (chorus)