A hundred questions, indecisions A hundred denials we won’t even mention Now I’m in bed, in bed with a lie Won’t you say goodnight to your
[Chorus:] Fool fool fool fool I’m your Fool fool, there’s nothing I can do I feel just like a fool
A pocket full of whys, reasons to mend ties A list of excuses to bridge the divide I fell in love with a tainted smile Won’t you sing lullabies to your
[Repeat chorus]
I’m your, I’m your, I’m your whore
[Repeat chorus]
Now I’m in bed with a lie Won’t you come say good-bye To your fool, to your toy, to your bitch To your fool, to your toy, your idiot
