Richard Marx Follow

Hope you don抰 believe a word
Of all the things I know you抳e 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抯
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
It抯 just the image
It抯 all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me

It抯 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抳e been looking for
Isn抰 what I thought
Not behind the golden door
You抮e all I抳e got, and it抯
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see

It抯 just the image
It抯 all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
It抯 just the image
What I抳e been looking for
Isn抰 what I thought
Not behind the golden door
You抮e all I抳e got, and it抯
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Just the image

It抯 all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
It抯 just the image
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
It抯 just the image
It抯 all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
It抯 just the image