Runnin' Out of Fools

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
 Well, 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 running out of fools
 Even old fools like me