Written by: Wayne Kemp
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Yes I know she's the life of the party
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And without her things here would die
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Oh but don't you be fooled by her laughter
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She has her sad times, she knows how to cry
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She drinks and she talks just a little too long
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And with her bride gone she'll tag along with any old crowd
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Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
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That I've made her the image of me
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Well I met her in a little country town
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She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
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And she loved me 'til I dragged her down
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Then she gave up and drifted away
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She drinks and she talks just a little too long
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And with her bride gone she'll tag along with any old crowd
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Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
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The Image Of Me
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| Tom Petty |
