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She's a fool
She's a fool
She's a fool
She's a fool, fool, fool, fool
Everything is better when you're cheering for the winner
When you're cheering for the winner, then the song remains the same
She's a fool
She's a fool
She's a fool
She's a fool, fool, fool, fool
Home, in an aisle of cans and bags
Home, in a tent-house made of rags
Home, in a hate you cannot see
Home, in a recollection
Got to understand the past to find direction
Everything is better when you're cheering for the winner
When you're cheering for the winner, the song remains the same
She's a fool
She's a fool
She's a fool
She's a fool, fool, fool, fool
I came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
I came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
I came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
I came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
Came to get down, but you're not telling my story, man
Came to get down, down!
She's a fool
She's a fool
(Not telling my story, man)
She's a fool
She's a fool, fool, fool, fool
