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