Lyrics

Sure you haven't got the wrong number You sure its me you wanna talk to tonight? Everyone in town's got your number Everybody's got you pegged right Is that why yu got in touch with me? I guess you must be runnin' 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 runnin' out of fools Guess you got back (guess you got) To my name In your little black book Well, listen Tell you what (tell you what) 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 runnin' out of fools Even fools like me Even fools like me I said you're running out of fools Even old fools like me
Writer(s): Richard Ahlert, Kay Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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