Your Picture
My friend, she told me such a storyBut she didn’t know what I knewI laughed with my friends, when she got to the endAnd I knew we were laughing at you
She told me that you made some moneyAnd you got your self framed on the wallAnd people come by and they look at your faceAnd they say is the fairest of all
And of course you protest, that’s what you do bestYou are modest and shy ‘till the endYou are watching them as they are looking at youAnd you know it was money well spent
She told me you’ve given up drinkingTo be with somebody you knewAnd you tried to get into the bibleBut it never got into you
But she’s still got some loyal disciplesI suppose that I’m one of the fewAnd I shouldn’t have laughed ‘cause I mean you no harmBut my friend got to me before you
So next time I see you, I’ll be pleased to see youI hope you’ll be pleased to see meI’ll visit your picture. I won’t have the nerveTo tell them that they got you all wrong.