Sure you haven't got the wrong number   You sure its me you wanna talk to tonight?   Everyone in town's got your number   Everybody's got you pegged right      Is that why yu got in touch with me?   I guess you must be runnin' out of fools      When you went and left me there crying   Your goodbye was even colder than ice   It didn't bother you I was crying   And now you wanna break my heart twice      Is that why you got in touch with me?   I guess you must be runnin' out of fools      Guess you got back (guess you got)   To my name   In your little black book      Well, listen   Tell you what (tell you what)   Bet you forgot (you forgot)   How I even look      So go ahead with all your sweet talking   Go ahead for all the good it can do   Have yourself a dime's worth of talking   And then I'm gonna hang right 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   Even fools like me   I said you're running out of fools   Even old fools like me