Written：Tony Haselden/Anna Lisa Graham 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 aire. She respects my ambition, thinks I'm talented too, But she's in love with an image time is bound to see through. Chorus: 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 wearin' a shoe that's too small. Oh, I caught her with an issue of Brides magazine, Starin' at dresses and pickin' out rings. Chorus: 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...
Written：Tony Haselden/Anna Lisa Graham 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 aire. She respects my ambition, thinks I'm talented too, But she's in love with an image time is bound to see through. Chorus: 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 wearin' a shoe that's too small. Oh, I caught her with an issue of Brides magazine, Starin' at dresses and pickin' out rings. Chorus: 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...
