Lyrics: Melanie and Wyndham Dennison, Music: Steven Burns - May 2003

What kind of do ya, what kind of fool you think I am?

What kind of fool do ya take me for baby
Runnin’ all over town.
Your kind of games are drivin’ me crazy
Don’t see how I can stay.
Where’s all the love I thought that I gave you
You’ve just thrown it away
No other way we can go with this baby…
What kind of do ya, what kind of fool you think I am?

Your words twist ‘round and make things all hazy
Clear the smoke clouds away.
It’s too late to play straight with me baby
No more breakin’ me down
Where’s all the true love you promised me baby
Got lost in all of your lies.
Don’t want to hear no more sweet talkin’ baby….
What kind of do ya, what kind of fool you think I am?

What kind of man would take all your lyin’
I’m not deaf, dumb, or blind
There’s no room in my life to keep tryin’
I want you out of my mind.
I need for you to stand by me baby,.
I guess you’re just not that kind.
This is the way it has to be baby
What kind of do ya, what kind of fool you think I am?

What kind of do ya, what kind of fool you think I am?