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...