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