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I knew when I met you
there was trouble in sight
Got so wrapped up
in all your charm
I miss the girl in your eyes
And looking back it
really shouldn’t come as
much a surprise
That I would catch you
double dipping
you were slippin’ that night
Stupid stupid boy
Should have stuck with toys
Don’t go playing hard
Shouldn’t have
to tell you that part
What a mess you made
With your little games
Baby you gon’ learn
If you mess with me you
get hurt ow
Didn’t your mother teach you
not to play with fire
Caught you red-handed
should have been a better liar
I’ll make you burn like
the ashes of a cigarette
Didn’t your mother teach ya’
I’ll be the one to teach ya’
Went on a shopping spree
with your credit cards
I met a stranger on the street
gave him the keys to your car
Took all your stuff
I packed it up
and left it out in the road
I used to love you
now I’m busy pourin’ bleach
on your clothes
Stupid stupid boy
Should have stuck with toys
Don’t go playing hard
Shouldn’t have
to tell you that part
What a mess you made
With your little games
Baby you gon’ learn
If you mess with me
you get hurt ow
Didn’t your mother teach you
not to play with fire
Caught you red-handed should
have been a better liar
I’ll make you burn
like the ashes of a cigarette
Didn’t your mother teach ya’
I’ll be the one to teach ya’
Oh didn’t your mother teach ya’
Didn’t your mother teach ya’
It hurts so bad I need you here
I’ll make ya' burn away you hurt me
Didn’t your mother teach ya’
Guess I’m the one to teach ya’
Didn’t your mother teach you
not to play with fire
Caught you red-handed
should have been a better liar
I’ll make you burn
like the ashes of a cigarette
Didn’t your mother teach ya’
I’ll be the one to teach ya’