get yourself another fool

Sam Cooke

O, at last I've awaken to see what you've done
What can I do but pack up and run
Now I know the rules
Get yourself another fool

You said that you love me
I was yours to command
But your kind of love
My heart couldn't stand
Use me for a tool
Get yourself another fool

And now, now that we're through
You say you mean to be true
O, but deep down in your heart I know
That our love could never grow
I tried to believe you
that we'd never part
But your kind of love
broke my poor heart

No I know the rules
Get yourself another fool
Get yourself another fool