What kind of fool am I,
who never fell in love?
It seems that I'm the only one
that I've been thinking of.
What kind of man is this,
an empty shell-
A lonely cell in which
an empty heart must dwell.
What kind of lips are these,
that lied with every kiss;
That whispered empty words of love
That left me alone like this.
And maybe then I'll know
What Kind of fool I am.
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