You Ain't Foolin Me

You walk away you think I can't hear a thing you say|Why don't you say it to my face?|Why can't you just be real?||My dear friend why must you insist we pretend |That you don't wish that I was dead|I know that's how you feel||You're a lion but you dress up like a sheep|And you think you're foolin me|But you ain't foolin me|You're a sinner but you're acting like a saint|Oh you think you're foolin me|But you ain't ||You attack you twist the knife into my back|While you hold me close and whisper that|I mean the world to you|But I've since learned of all of the bridges that you've burned|All of the friends that drop like birds|When you take aim and shoot||You're a lion but you dress up like a sheep|And you think you're foolin me|But you ain't foolin me|You're a sinner but you're acting like a saint|Oh you think you're foolin me|But you ain't ||You're a lion but you dress up like a sheep|And you think you're foolin me|But you ain't foolin me|You're a sinner but you're acting like a saint|Oh you think you're foolin me|But you ain't ||Oh you think you're foolin me|But you ain't ||