Richard Marx — The Image lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "The Image" by Richard Marx.
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 give 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’ve all I’ve got
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
What I’ve been looking for
Isn’t what I thought
Not behind the golden door
You’ve all I’ve got
Well, 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
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
Just the image, babe
Just the image, babe
Just the image, babe
Just the image, babe
Just the image, babe
Just the image, babe