- published: 15 Sep 2015
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Fool, The Fool, or Fools may refer to:
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Ryan John Seacrest (born December 24, 1974) is an American radio personality, television host, and producer. He hosts talent competition American Idol, the syndicated countdown program American Top 40, as well as On Air with Ryan Seacrest, a morning radio show on KIIS-FM.
He received Emmy Award nominations for American Idol, and won an Emmy for producing Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution.
Seacrest was born on December 24, 1974, in Piedmont Hospital, Atlanta, Georgia, and raised in the suburb of Dunwoody, the son of Constance Marie (née Zullinger), a homemaker, and Gary Lee Seacrest, a real estate lawyer. His mother told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, "Instead of playing with G.I. Joes or Cowboys and Indians, [Ryan] would always have a little microphone and do shows in the house."
At age 14, he attended Dunwoody High School. At age 16, while still attending high school, Seacrest won an internship at WSTR (FM), in Atlanta, with Tom Sullivan, who trained him in the many aspects of radio. When the regular DJ called in sick, Sullivan put him on the air for the very first show of his broadcasting career. Seacrest was given the weekend overnight shift at WSTR.
I?ll put all the broken pieces of myself together
Im short skinny and ugly but i wanna look better
Look like you've never seen me before dressed to kill
as i'll enter your door
Ready to sing and twist jump and dance on your floor
Please welcome me your fool from kingdom bore
I'll make my tears and despair the melody of your joy
I'll do whatever it takes i'll be your laughter
Though the daggers in my heart are goin deeper
Cuz i know hurting myself is just one of your passions
You'ld luv to see me bleed for your own gratification
All the scars and the holes shall be my treasure
My king and my queen let me give you pleasure
I?ll make my tears and despair the melody of your joy
Laugh at me and at what i say laugh at me
And at what i fucking do laugh at me and at my ugly
face
I'm your fool to soothe your taste
I'll put all the broken pieces of myself together
I'm short skinny and ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly
Just like before i'll be the fool knockin at your door
Starving and begging for water and food but you always
fucking ignore
But my kings and my queens isn't there any kindness in
your heart
Hell there's fuckin' none cuz you left me bleeding from
the start
I'll make my tears and despair the melody of your joy
Laugh at me and at what i say laugh at me
And at what i fucking do laugh at me
And at my ugly face i'm your fool to soothe your taste
Don't you know it feels so good being the fool of your
crowd?
In a circle of self-righteous ignorants who feel so
fucking proud
But what do you call the person who's being fooled by
the fool?
What do you call the person who is the fool?s fool? YOU
Laugh at me, and at what i say laugh at me,
Snd at what i fucking do laugh at me,