Из альбома: Baby, You Got It! The 1960s Anthology
Chorus
I think you've got your fools mixed up
You must think i'm somebody else
I'm not the same fool you knew that couldn't help hisself
And followed you around like a dog
Strung on a chain and wagged his cute little tail
Whenever you call his name
But baby that will be no more remember when you walked out that door
I was on my knees i said