Whyte Seeds The Message
Last night I got a message on my answeringmachine
My fiancé was cryin' Oh how stupid you can be
'Boy your time is up, no need to get in on'
She whispered inbetween the tears
I killed my telephone
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
I spend a couple hours
Tryin' forget what I've been told
I lost my love, I had it all
a wornout stubborn soul
Then I slowly picked up the pieces of a phone
I dialed up my boys
c'mon Fool's out let's get it on!
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
