Exene Cervenka - How I (Learned My Lesson) lyrics

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 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 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