Joan Osborne Pretty Little Stranger Lyrics:
Think I'm getting over him,
The sap is rising in the tree
The blood is running in my heart
Brings desire back to me
I wonder who will the next fool be.

The is a Spanish boy who also raised the A train
I want to tag him like a tiger
So I can track him as he moves around the city
So I can guard him like an angel
I wonder who will the next fool be
I wonder who will the next fool be

I got no more tears to cry
I can see it in the sky
In a bedroom by and by
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I know it's coming
(Oh yeah, Ooh, Ooh)

I wonder who will the next fool be
I wonder who will the next fool be

I go out to the bars where the hearts are full of scars
And I lay mine out in the neon light
It's ragged and it's worn but it's about to be reborn
Honey are you going to take me home tonight

When I meet each man I know
I look him deeply in the eye
Will it be a sweet old friend
Or a pretty little stranger passing by
I wonder who will the next fool be
I wonder who will the next fool be
I wonder who will the next fool be
I wonder who will the next fool be
Will the next fool be
I wonder who will the next fool be
Lyrics: Pretty Little Stranger, Joan Osborne [end]