Momma didnt raise a girl without a clue
So Im well aware that a boy like you is bad news
You aint foolin nobody with the honey sweetened words you say
And youre the kind of mistake I love to make
You lay it on thick
And you lay it on real smooth
You got a line like a drug and a smile just like a noose
And I could see you comin from about a hundred miles away
And youre the kind of mistake I love to make
I might regret the way this thing turns out
But its too soon to think about that now
I always assume to learn my lessons hard
Because boys like you can be hell on a heart
Lead me not into temptation, I know the way
And youre the kind of mistake I love to make
I might regret the way this thing turns out
But its too late to think about that now
One more round theres no tellin what Ill do
Cause whats bad for me could be real good for you
And I should cut myself off before its too late
But youre the kind of mistake I love
Yeah youre the kind of mistake I love to make