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Teksty: Leona Lewis. Fool.

owh,
how did i get to feel this fool

i use to be so smart
head on my shoulders
my logic falls apart
as your loves goes colder
{and im checking outta your dairies}
dint wanna look in side your secret box
going through your emails

all this jelousey makes me feel like
some kind of fool
i dont wanna be a fool
i use to be in control & cool
till u played me for a fool

how did i come to this
lost in this madness
maybe it was that kiss
you gave the waitress
is it her that keeps on calling
evertime i answer there is no1 there
filled with Suspicion


i waited outside your house
like some kind of fool
i dont wanna be a fool
i use to be incontrol and cool
till you played me for a fool
fool i dont wanna be a fool

you will be looking good
but i had to come first
i gave your black prada suit
to help the homeless
i read all of her letters
so u told her i was just a friend
next time ill know betta
dont let a lover take you heart
and turn you in a fool

all this jelousey makes me feel like
some kind of fool
i dont wanna be a fool
i use to be in control & cool