A “Fool for Your Love,” under your spell. I give you my all again and again and you give me nothing in return. Like a doo wop chorus, I need a vintage healing. Maybe it was the drugs, but I am stuck and I need you. And I know you will come back- knife in one hand while the other one rub my back. A foolish heart keeps me wanting more, but what is it that you want? Who is it that you are? What is it that I want? We had something, so what?
I’m just a fool to want you; a Fool for Your Love.
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