You Know Me Better Than That - George Strait

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 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

Staring at dresses and picking out rings

Oh she tells her friends I’m perfect and that I love that cat

Oh but you know me better than that