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've stuck with toys Don't go playing hearts 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've been a better liar! I'll make you burn like the ashes of your cigarettes 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've stuck with toys Don't go playing hearts 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've been a better liar! I'll make you burn like the ashes of your cigarettes 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've been a better liar! I'll make you burn like the ashes of your cigarettes Didn't your mother teach ya? I'll be the one to teach yaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
