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You're sure you haven't got the wrong number

You're sure it's me you want to talk to tonight

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 runnin' out of fools


When you went and left me there cryin' It didn't bother you that I was crying

And now you want to break my heart twice

Is that why you got in touch with me

I guess you must be runnin' out of fools


I guess you got that used to my name in your little black book

I'll tell you what I bet you forgot how I even look

So go ahead with all your sweet talking

Go ahead for all the good you can do

Have yourself a dime's worth of talking

And then I'm going to hang my hat 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


I said you're running out of fools

Running out of fools

Running out of fools