Blue Rodeo Willin' Fool
Isn't it funny?
Funny to think
I once believed you
I thought you were being straight
But what a bad joke
Well, it's always the same
With one hand you offer
While the other slaps my face
You, you
Made a willin' fool
Made a willin' fool
Out of me
So there you sit
In the great city of kicks
Your apologetic fingers
Fumbling with a pack of cigarettes
Your good intentions
As hollow as your eyes
Yeah, you paint your world
With brilliant lies
You, you
Made a willin' fool
Made a willin' fool
Out of me
The last time that I saw you
I was dangling from a ledge
You posed quickly for a picture
Just before I lost my grip
You kind a remind me of those
Psychos in a German film
Yeah, you're that cool, smirking weirdo
With the voices in his head
Voices in his head
Voices in his head
Voices in his, voices in his
Voices in his head
You
Made a willin' fool
Made a willin', made a willin', made a willin' fool
Out of me
