The day he made me a Mrs. I was standin' in a long white dress Playin' house with my new china dishes— What a mystery, my Mr., he left me, In a real fine mess
Now I’ve got black ink on pretty paper sayin' we are man a woman til we die Picket fences wrapped all around me, I got the makin's for a real long life His words dripped on me like honey, and now I’m payin' for the lines that I was sold. Thought our love was the real thing, I was deceived, now I believe, my wedding band was made of Fools Gold- Fools gold, he gave me-Fools Gold
Mama told me some things are so good, so good they never ever could be true Well my brass bed, it’s a queen size, but its sleepin' one now, no never 2. I got my suitcase, and a road map, Oh I see the morning light, I’m gonna roll. Thought our love was the real thing, I was deceived, now I believe, My wedding band was made of Fools Gold- Fools gold, he gave me - Fools GoldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
