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/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.
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.
Oh she tells her friends I'm perfect and that I love that cat, Oh but you know me better than that.