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V1
His alibis weren’t addin’ up for a long time now
Funny charges on the credit card, money missing in the bank account
She found a pair of rhinestone earrings, the kind she’s never worn         
Ain’t the first time she found trashy trinkets in the back seat of his Ford

[CHORUS] 
Fools gold
He made a losers trade now her veins are running cold 
Fool’s gold                     
She’s a powder Keg, ready to explode                
That wedding ring don’t mean a thing when he’s got another hand to hold
Fools Gold

V2
He slid his promise off his finger, took a seat at the bar 
She slipped in and was watching him from a booth in the dark
A long slow kiss from his mistress was all the proof she needs     
Tonight’s the night she’ll make him pay for all his dirty deeds

[REPEAT CHORUS]

[BRIDGE]
The cops said he was goin' too fast
Comin’ home round dead mans curve
But she knew why his brakes were broke 
And he got what he deserved

[REPEAT CHORUS]