Lyrics:

1992
Writers: Gene Nelson, Paul Nelson

Not a word
Is spoken as she's puttin' on her makeup
And I smell that perfume and it takes me
To a time when she wore it just for me

Knowing her
She thinks I'll hang around here till she gets home
She thinks I don't mind being here alone
She finds her purse and fumbles for her keys

She don't know (she don't know)
Across town there's a lady I've been seeing
And on certain nights when all my fears is human
When that lonely one feels like using me

I could go (and go)
And no she wouldn't want me once I had her
I could sit up and wait for the one that matters
It's just a matter of whose fool I wanna be

But I love the one that just pulled off my ring
But I need the one who doesn't mean a thing
And I don't wanna leave, don't wanna stay
Knowing I'll be losing either way

The telephone, its silence waits for me to make that call
But our wedding picture hangs there on the wall
Looking down on what every fool can see
It's just a matter of whose fool I wanna be
It's just a matter of whose fool I wanna be