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
She drinks
And she talks
Just a little too loud
And with her pride gone
She tags along
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 draggеd her down
Then she just gavе up
And drifted away
She drinks
And she talks
Just a little too loud
And with her pride gone
She tags along
With any old crowd
Yes, I know I'm to blame
And I feel so ashamed
That I made her
The image of me