Interpret:

Richard Marx

Album:

Flesh And Bone

Hope you don't believe a word 
Of all the things I know you've heard about me 
Really just a pack of ies 
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 gvie 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