Teach You - Tiffany Young

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 ya'