Baby, since you left me, there's somebody knew.
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She thinks I'm perfect, I swear.
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She likes my body, my class and my charm.
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She says I've got a confident air.
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She respects my ambition, thinks I'm talented too,
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But she's in love with an image time is bound to see through.
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Oh/But you know me better than that.
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You know the me that gets lazy and fat.
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How moody I can be, all my insecurities.
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You've seen me lose all my charm, you know I was raised on a farm.
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Oh, she tells her friends I'm perfect
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And that I love her cat, but you know me better than that.
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I miss picnics and blue jeans and buckets of beer-
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Now it's ballet and symphony hall.
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I'm into culture, clean up to my ears;
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It's like wearing a shoe that's too small.
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Oh I caught her with an issue of Brides magazine,
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Starin' at dresses and pickin' out rings.
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[Chorus]
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Oh she tells her friends I'm perfect and that I love that cat,
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Oh but you know me better than that.
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You Know Me Better Than That
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| George Strait |
