Break This Fool (Live at The Old Waldorf Theatre, San Francisco, 1978)

歌詞

(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