joan osborne
pretty little stranger
Think I’m getting over him The sap is risin’ in the tree The blood is runnin’ in my heart Brings desire back to me I wonder who will the next fool be There is a Spanish boy who also rides the A train I want to tag him like a tiger So I can track him as he moves around the city So I can guard him like an angel I wonder who will the next fool be I wonder who will the next fool be I got no more tears to cry I can see it in the sky In a bedroom by and by I know it’s comin’ (oh yeah, ooh ooh) I wonder who will the next fool be I wonder who will the next fool be I go out to the bars where the hearts are full of scars And I lay mine out in the neon light It’s ragged and it’s worn but it’s about to be reborn Honey, are you gonna take me home tonight? When I meet each man I know I look him deeply in the eye Will it be a sweet old friend Or a pretty little stranger passin’ by? I wonder who will the next fool be I wonder who will the next fool be I wonder who will the next fool be I wonder who will the next fool be … will the next fool be I wonder who will the next fool be