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She sits home and dreams |
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That her man will leave his mark on her hand |
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He's not all he seems |
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But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned |
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Now she won't be happy |
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Till she looks down and sees the engagement ring |
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It's for security |
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'Cause she will be waiting years for her wedding |
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For me it ain't real, it's fools gold |
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There too many fools sold, not an excuse, oh |
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For me it ain't real, it's fools gold |
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I don't hear everything I'm told |
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He won't change her life |
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He just chasing tail and wasting her time |
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She calls herself his wife |
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He calls her at 8 and says be here by 9 |
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She don't notice how when she gets the ring it's not a good fit |
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So next time that they row she throws it out |
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It goes to the last girl he hit |
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'Cause for me it ain't real, it's fools gold |
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There too many fools sold, not an excuse, oh |
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For me it ain't real, it's fools gold |
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I don't hear everything I'm told |
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So take the gold you find |
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And for your own sake hold it in your hand |
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Now make sure you bite down |
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And watch your tooth don't break on that wedding band |
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For me it ain't real, it's fools gold |
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There too many fools sold, not an excuse, oh, oh |
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For me it ain't real, yes it's fools gold |
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Fools gold, fools gold |
