You're sure you haven't got the wrong number



You're sure it's me you want to talk to tonight



Everyone in town's got your number



And everybody's got you pegged right



Is that why you got in touch with me



I guess you must be runnin' out of fools





When you went and left me there cryin' It didn't bother you that I was crying



And now you want to break my heart twice



Is that why you got in touch with me



I guess you must be runnin' out of fools





I guess you got that used to my name in your little black book



I'll tell you what I bet you forgot how I even look



So go ahead with all your sweet talking



Go ahead for all the good you can do



Have yourself a dime's worth of talking



And then I'm going to hang my hat up on you



'cause this time you're not, you're not getting through to me



I guess you must be runnin' out of fools



Even fools like me





I said you're running out of fools



Running out of fools



Running out of fools