How i how i how i how i how i learned my lesson mine is a big
Pink house a preacher knocking on the door with a self-righteous
Preacher going in but he is just an old flame i'll never want him
Again and again and again how i how i how i how i how i learned
My lesson i didn't i kept on trying i didn't listen i looked up
To you i call you on the phone but you tell me your not home
Absence makes the heart grow fonder so i never want to see you
Again i'm wrecking the kitchen carefully but i'm keeping your
Dinner warm how i how i how i how i how i learned my lesson i
Didn't i kept on trying i didn't listen i looked up to you at
The soul market on sunday here's what i put in your collection
Basket in front of the congregation i stood up and called your
Name when i walked out you just shook my hand how i how i how i
How i how i learned my lesson
