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She's a fool She's a fool She's a fool She's a fool, fool, fool, fool Everything is better when you're cheering for the winner When you're cheering for the winner, then the song remains the same She's a fool She's a fool She's a fool She's a fool, fool, fool, fool Home, in an aisle of cans and bags Home, in a tent-house made of rags Home, in a hate you cannot see Home, in a recollection Got to understand the past to find direction Everything is better when you're cheering for the winner When you're cheering for the winner, the song remains the same She's a fool She's a fool She's a fool She's a fool, fool, fool, fool I came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man I came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man I came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man I came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man Came to get down, down! She's a fool She's a fool (Not telling my story, man) She's a fool She's a fool, fool, fool, fool