Runnin' Out Of Fools

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