So, maybe I’m a Queen of Hearts,
destroying love with heavy darts.
But who are you, o Fool that clings?
Everything you do, it just stings.
Or maybe you’re the King,
And I’m just a puppet on a string.
But I broke free,
you saw me fly.
You’re on one knee,
but don’t dare try.
I ain’t no fool
you can use like a tool.
There ain’t no rule
saying that this is cool
’cause I’m not a fool
for you
anymore.
Mask on in the parade.
No I won’t fall for the serenade.
I’ll just hide behind my fan,
and wait for you to understand
I ain’t no fool
you can use like a tool.
There ain’t no rule
saying that this is cool
’cause I’m not a fool
for you
anymore.
Such a fool.
Such a fool.
Such a fool
you are.
I ain’t no fool
you can use like a tool.
There ain’t no rule
saying that this is cool
’cause I’m not a fool
for you
anymore.
So, maybe I’m a Queen of Hearts.
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