what kind of fool am i who never fell in love it seems that i m the only one that i ve been thinking of what kind of man is this an empty cell a lonely cell in which an empty heart must dwell what kind of clown am i what do i know of life why can t i cast away the mask of clay and live my life why can t i fall in love til i don t give a damn and maybe then i ll know what kind of fool i am 