The Image

I 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 about me. Hard to keep it straight, the real from the Ruse. Probably way too late, what can I do? 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 a chance to prove it? Or would it only be a waste of time To try to make you change your mind when You left? What I've been looking for isn't what I thought. Not behind the golden door, you're all 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. Ooh. Yeah. Oh, what I've been looking for isn't what I Thought. Not behind the golden door, You're all I got. 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. 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, baby. Just the image, baby. Just the image, baby. Just the image, Baby. Just the image. Just the image,