Richard Marx - The Image lyrics

Hope you don't believe a word of all the things I know you've heard about me

Really just a pack of lies, you see the truth before your eyes around me

Hard to keep it straight

The real from the ruse

Probably way too late

What can I do?

But it's not what you think

Not what you hear

Not what you see

It's just the image

It's all on a string

All fantasy

Not really me

It's just the image, yeah

Would it be too much to ask that you could just gvie me the chance to prove it?

Or would it only be a waste of time to try to make you change your mind and use it

What I've been looking for

Isn't what I thought

Not behind the golden door

You're all I've got

And it's not what you think

Not what you hear

Not what you see

It's just the image

It's all on a string

All fantasy

Not really me

It's just the image

And what I've been looking for

Isn't what I thought

Not behind that golden door

You're all I've got,

And it's not what you think

Not what you hear

Not what you see

It's just the image

It's all on a string

All fantasy

Not really me

It's just the image

Not what you think

Not what you hear

Not what you see

It's just the image

It's all on a string

All fantasy

Not really me

It's just the image, yeah, yeah, yeah