Runnin' Out Of Fools

Sure you haven't got the wrong number

You sure it's me you wanna talk to tonight

Everyone in town's got your number

Everybody's got you pegged right

Is that why

You got in touch with me

I guess you must be

Running out of fools

When you went and left me there crying

Your goodbye was even colder than ice

It didn't bother you I was crying

And now you wanna break my heart twice

Is that why

You got in touch with me

I guess you must be

Running out of fools

Guess you got back

Guess you got

To my name

To my name

In your little black book

Listen tell you what

Tell you what

I bet you forgot

You forgot

How I even look

So go ahead with all your sweet talking

Go ahead for all the good it can do

Have yourself a dime's worth of talking

And then I'm gonna hang right up on you

'Cause this time you're not

You're not getting through to me

I guess you must be

Running out of fools

Even fools like me

Even fools like me

I said you're running out of fools

Even old fools like me