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