Sam Cooke Get Yourself Another Fool
Oh, 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 meant to be true
Oh, 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
