How I (Learned My Lesson)

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Compositor: Exene Cervenka / John Doe

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

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