Foolish Things

He came to me
Beaten and bruised and lonely but I couldn't see
I couldn't see

He came to me
A wolf in wolf's clothing
But I couldn't see
I was naive

And love makes you do
Foolish things
And love makes you do
Foolish things

I tended his wounds
And hoped he'd feel
He opened me up
Like he had a key
He opened me up
Like he had the key

And love makes you do
Foolish things
And love makes you do
Foolish things

And then one day he was healed
And I was the wounded one
I was the wounded one

And love makes you do
Foolish things
Yes love makes you do
Foolish things

And love makes you do
Foolish things

And love



Credits
Writer(s): James Ingram, Jose Estrada, Aldo Portillo, Rosa Varela, Sergio Carrasco
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