Lyrics Joan Osborne

Joan Osborne

Pretty Little Stranger

Think I'm getting over him

The sap is risin' in the tree

The blood is runnin' in my heart

Brings desire back to me

I wonder who will the next fool be

There is a Spanish boy who also rides 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

I know it's comin' (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 gonna 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 passin' 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