A fool there was
A fool there was
Decision after decision
I spike myself because
If ever a fool there was
I was a fool there was
You can't put that on me
You can't put that on me
I know what you say about me
And I mostly agree
But you can't put that on me
A fool there was
A fool I was
Incision after incision
I spike myself because
If ever a fool there was
I was a fool there was
But you, you can't put that on me
No, you mustn't put that one on me
I know what you say about me
And I mostly agree
But you can't put that on me
All your tastes and preferences
They're measured out in moscow miles, and oh
Wolf prints in the snow
That led us off the straight and the narrow
And crooked smiles, that from one too many
Sad goodbyes
No longer say hello, hello, hello, hello, ooh
That from one too many sad goodbyes
No longer say hello
Hello, hello
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