(Rod Stewart). By the time you read this letter. I'll be outta your life. Gone forever more. But guess I'll survive. I'm gonna leave my records. And a forwarding address. Ain't you glad honey. That I'm offa your chest. You said you wanted Paris. Rome 'n' St. Tropez. Perfume by Chanel. And a ring by Cartier. But I gave you headaches. With my old fashioned ways. But that's all irrelevant. To what I'm tryin' to say. I'm a fool for you baby. Pride won't let me stay. I'm a fool for you honey. and I'll come back any day. Guess I'll always love you all my life. You can keep your Streisands. Bardots and Lorens. You're my everything. But now you're my end. It may be over. But just before I go. I can make a new start. But I can't mend a broken heart. So when I read about you. In all the national press. On the arm of so and so. I may get depressed. Cause I tried to love you. But didn't fit in. I came on the dust. I'll leave on the wind. I'm a fool for you baby. My pride won't let me stay. I'm a fool for you honey. I'll come back any day. I'm a fool for you baby. I don't care what your friends say. I'm a fool for you honey. And that's the way I'll stay. I guess I'll always love you all my life.