Song | You Know Me Better Than That (Album Version) |
Artist | George Strait |
Album | 50 Number Ones |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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... |
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... |