Your Fool - 69 Chambers

A hundred questions, indecisions

A hundred denials we won’t even mention

Now I’m in bed, in bed with a lie

Won’t you say goodnight to your

Fool fool fool fool I’m your

Fool fool, there’s nothing I can do

I feel just like a fool

A pocket full of whys, reasons to mend ties

A list of excuses to bridge the divide

I fell in love with a tainted smile

Won’t you sing lullabies to your

Fool fool fool fool I’m your

Fool fool, there’s nothing I can do

I feel just like a fool

I’m your, I’m your, I’m your whore

Fool fool fool fool I’m your

Fool fool, there’s nothing I can do

I feel just like a fool

Now I’m in bed with a lie

Won’t you come say good-bye

To your fool, to your toy, to your bitch

To your fool, to your toy, your idiot