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