Runnin' Out of Fools - Aretha Franklin

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 runnin' 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 runnin' 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 runnin' out of fools

Even fools like me, even fools like me I said you’re runnin' out of fools

Even old fools like me They’re just runnin' out, runnin' out of fools

Runnin' out of fools