Break This Fool

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Mott the Hoople - Pop

Break This Fool

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(John Fiddler/Overend Watts) My temperature's risin' I'm knocked off my feet I'd get a better deal right out on the street OK You look through me like I'm made outta glass You don't need a diamond to make that pass OK I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love Don't want your love To hear you speak you're goin' for the prize You're gonna cut this freak right down to size OK (OK) You're playin' a game but you make the rules You're in for the kill to break this fool OK (OK) I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love Don't want your love Don't want your love, don't want your love I'm just a guy who's lost his cool now I'm just a clown who's become a fool now I'm just a road without no cars now I'm just a wound without a scar now To hear you speak you're goin' for the prize You're gonna cut this freak right down to size OK (OK) You're playin' a game but you make the rules You're in for the kill to break this fool OK (OK) I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love Don't want your love Don't want your love, don't want your love

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Credits

Writers
  • John Fiddler
  • Overend Watts