In Love With a Fool کے بول

Long lonely nights Holding pillows tight without me Hurted and alone sitting By the telephone that never rings Well, you're holding in a man To hand your steady hand, you chose me Well, I'll never been the kind of guy You want me to be Late nights, city lights Ballrooms and bottles of champagne Places and faces Lord, I'll never remember those names We'll want them and while there's love That we fought through It find you remind you That you're in love with a fool We'll want them and while there's love That we fought through It find you remind you That you're in love with a fool In love with a fool, yeah