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Paroles de la chanson Teach You par 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 I feel
It shouldn’t come as much a surprise
That I would catch you double dipping
You were slippin’ that night
Stupid, stupid boy!
Should of stuck to 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
There was trouble in sight
Got so wrapped up in all your charm
I miss the girl in your eyes
And looking back I feel
It shouldn’t come as much a surprise
That I would catch you double dipping
You were slippin’ that night
Stupid, stupid boy!
Should of stuck to 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 of 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 on the road
I used to love you know I’m busy pourin’ bleach on your clothes
Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with fire?
Caught you red-handed should of 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 on the road
I used to love you know I’m busy pourin’ bleach on your clothes
Stupid, stupid boy!
Should of stuck to 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 of 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’
How didn’t your mother teach ya’?
Didn’t your mother teach ya’?
It hurts so bad I need you here
I’ll make it 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 of 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’
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