Momma didn't raise A girl without a clue So I'm well aware That a boy like you is bad news You ain't foolin' nobody With the honey sweetened words you say And you're 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 you're the kind of mistake I love to make I might regret the way This thing turns out But it's 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 you're the kind of mistake I love to make I might regret the way This thing turns out But it's too late To think about that now One more round There's no tellin' what I'll do Cause what's bad for me Could be real good for you And I should cut myself off Before it's too late But you're the kind of mistake I love Yeah, you're the kind of mistake I love to make