How I how I how I
How I learned my lesson
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 learned my lesson
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

How I how I how I
How I learned my lesson

I call you on the phone
But you tell me you're 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 learned my lesson

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

How I how I how I
How I learned my lesson

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 learned my lesson
How I how I how I

How I learned my lesson