Tell me I'm the fool Say that you don't want me, say that you don't need me Tell me you've been tortured, tell me you've been beaten What I've done to you Even if it doesn't matter Doesn't matter what's true I know I've done wrong and I paid for it Just

I said I'm sorry I say I'm sorry Why don't you write me Call me on the phone Send Western Union You can find me home You know I bled you Led you on a lie You say I fooled you

Whoa oh oh (oh oh) Hey, clumsy Bangin' all over this bedroom Again and again Call me a fool, call me insane But don’t call it a day Closer to you, closer to pain

Wants you to stay-eh-eh-yeah-eh-eh Don't fool around, run away Wants you to stay 'Cause there is someone who wants you to stay 'Cause there is someone who wants you After all that's been really tough for us Trying to make it for you Knowing that it could

When you need me the most, I will turn you When you need me the most, I will turn you down You were my favorite entertainer Never seen me comin', I'll turn you down I watch you, and laugh and fuck with you Don't you take me for a fool In this game, I own

'Cause since I've come on home Well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Won't you come on over Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over Valerie? Well sometimes I go out by myself

Now I’m nobody’s fool Don’t wanna be nobody’s fool It ain't no fun anymore Had the time of my life Before I could see What was really going on And what you really thought of me Look at me now, eyes open wide Wiser today and driving away with my shattered

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Just because I'm blond Don't think I'm dumb 'Cause this dumb blond ain't nobody's fool When you left you thought I'd sit An' you thought I'd cry You called me a dumb blond Ah, but somehow I lived through it And you know if there's one thing this blond

What that makes me If that makes me a little old school Go ahead and call me yesterday's old fool If that makes me a little throwback Throw it at me, don't worry, I can take that Call me hick, hillbilly Hell I'm proud to be I like an old guitar Playin' a