Sure you haven't got the wrong number
You sure it's me you wanna talk to tonight
Everyone in town's got your number
Everybody's got you pegged right
Is that why
You got in touch with me
I guess you must be
Running 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
Running out of fools
Guess you got back
Guess you got
To my name
To my name
In your little black book
Listen tell you what
Tell you what
I 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
Running out of fools
Even fools like me
Even fools like me
I said you're running out of fools
Even old fools like me