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Sure you haven't got the wrong number Sure it's me you want to talk to tonight Everyone in town's got your number Everyone in town's got you pegged just right Is that why you got in touch with me I guess you must be running out of fools Even when you left me there crying Your goodbye was even colder than ice You didn't care that you left me there crying Now you wanna break my heart twice Is that why you got in touch with me I guess you must be running out of fools I guess you got back to my name in your little black book Hey guess what I bet you forgot how I even look So go ahead with all your sweet talking Go ahead for all the good it will do Have yourself a dime's worth of talking Then I'm gonna hang right up on you Cause this time you're not getting through to me I guess you must be running out of fools Even fools like me Even fools like me I guess you're running out of fools Even fools like me From Letras Mania