Whyte Seeds

The Message
Last night I got a message on my answeringmachine My fiancé was cryin' Oh how stupid you can be 'Boy your time is up, no need to get in on' She whispered inbetween the tears I killed my telephone Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock I spend a couple hours Tryin' forget what I've been told I lost my love, I had it all a wornout stubborn soul Then I slowly picked up the pieces of a phone I dialed up my boys c'mon Fool's out let's get it on! Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock From Letras Mania