You Know Me Better Than That Songtext
von George Strait
You Know Me Better Than That Songtext
Baby, since you left me, there′s somebody new
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...
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...
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