Richard Marx - The Image

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 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'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 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 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