Лірика RICHARD MARX the image,Композитор:Richard Marx,Письменник:Fee Waybill
Співак : RICHARD MARX
Письменник : Fee Waybill
Композитор : Richard Marx
Hope you don't believe a wordOf all the things I know you've heard about meReally just a pack of liesYou see the truth before your eyes around mehard to keep it straightthe real from the ruseprobably way too latewhat can I do, but it'sNot what you thinkNot what you hearNot waht you seeIt's just the imageIt's all ona stringAll fantasyNot really meIt's just the imageWould it be too much to askThat you could just give me the chance to prove itOr would it only be a waste of timeTo try to make you change your mind and use itwhat I've been looking farisn't what I thoughtnot behide the golden dooryou're all I've got, and it'sNot what you thinkNot what you hearNot what you seeIt's just the imageIt's all on a stringAll fantasyNot really meIt's just the imagewhat I've been looking forisn't what I thoughtnot behide the golden dooryou're all I've got, and it'sNot what you thinkNot waht you hearNot what you seeJust the imageIt's all on a stringAll fantasyNot really meIt's just the imageNot what you thinkNot what you hearNot what you seeIt's just the imageIt's all ona stringAll fantasyNot really meIt's just the image