| She sits home and dreams
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| That her man will leave his mark on her hand
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| He’s not all he seems
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| But she’s seen a dress, she has the flowers planned
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| Now she won’t be happy
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| Till she looks down and sees the engagement ring
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| It’s for security
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| Cause she will be waiting years for her wedding
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| For me it ain’t real, it’s fools gold
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| There too many fools sold, not an excuse, oh
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| For me it ain’t real, it’s fools gold
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| I don’t hear everything I’m told
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| He won’t change her life
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| He just chasing tail and wasting her time
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| She calls herself his wife
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| He calls her at 8 and says be here by 9
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| She don’t notice how when she gets the ring it’s not a good fit
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| So next time that they row she throws it out
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| It goes to the last girl he hit
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| For me it ain’t real, it’s fools gold
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| There too many fools sold, not an excuse, oh
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| For me it ain’t real, it’s fools gold
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| I don’t hear everything I’m told
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| So take the gold you find
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| And for your own sake hold it in your hand
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| Now make sure you bite down
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| And watch your tooth don’t break on that wedding band
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| For me it ain’t real, it’s fools gold
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| There too many fools sold, not an excuse, oh oh
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| For me it ain’t real, it’s fools gold
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| Fools gold, ooohh ooohhh
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| Fools gold, ooohh ooohhh |