Pretty Little Stranger - Joan Osborne

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

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