Well, I know she's the life of the party And without her, things here would die Oh, but don't be fooled by her laughter She's got her sad times, she knows how to cry Well, she drinks and she talks, just a little too loud And with her pride gone, she'll tag around with any old crowd Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed That I made her the image of me Well, I met her in a little country town She was simple and old fashioned in some ways And loved me 'til I dragged her down Then she just gave up and drifted away Well, she drinks and she talks, just a little too loud And with her pride gone, she'll tag around with any old crowd Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed That I made her the image of me Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed That I made her the image of me Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed That I made her the image of me