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 laugter 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

[ guitar - steel ]

I met her in a little country town she was simple and old fashion in some way

But she loved me till I dragged her down then she just gave up and drifted away

She drinks and she talks...

That I made her the image of me