Cleo, she was queen

down in Egypt land.

Caesar drug his armies

'cross the burning sand.

Just an average pair of fools

but, since time began,

it's been the story

of a woman and a man.

 

They say that everybody's

somebody's fool

and I guess it must be true

'cause ever since I seen your face,

I've been a fool for you.

 

I've been a fool for love

for so long now.

I can't give it up.

I don't know how.

Is there a school for love

where you get learned

how to feed the flame

and not get burned?

 

Well, it was summer in the city

the first time I saw her.

I knew I'd adore her til the day I died.

The next thing I know,

I'm lying in the gutter.

I'm crying like a puppy.

(O, the tears he cried!)

 

I've been a fool for love

for so long now.

I can't give it up.

I don't know how.

Is there a school for love

where you get learned

how to feed this flame

and not get burned?

 

So did you get from love

what you gave of love?

Are you the servant

or more the slave of love?

And is this world below

like the world above?

Do I find a love

I can be certain of?

 

I have heard wise men say

that a fool and his money are soon parted

but, when I think about fools and losing,

I think about the broken-hearted.

 

I've been a fool for love

for so long now.

I can't give it up.

I don't know how.

Is there a school for love

where you get learned

how to feed the flame

and not get burned?

 

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