Runnin' Out Of Fools (2002 Mix) Lyrics

One, two, three, four

Are you sure you haven't got the wrong number?
You sure it's me you wanna talk to tonight?
Well, everyone in town's got your number
And everybody's got you pegged right

Is that why you got in touch with me?
I guess you must be running out of fools

Now 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 say you wanna break my heart twice

Well, is that why you got in touch with me?
I guess you must be, you're running out of fools

I guess you got back to my name
In your little black book
Well, listen, I'll tell you what
I bet you've forgotten how I even look

So just go ahead with all your sweet talking
Just go ahead for all the good it can really do
Just have yourself a dime's worth of talking
'Cause then I'm gonna hang right up on you

'Cause this time you're not
You're not getting through to me
And I guess you must be, you're running out of fools

Leaving old fools like me
You're running out of fools
You're just running out of fools
You're running out of fools
I say you're just running out of fools