You better learn
You better learn...learn...learn...learn (X'2)


Verse 1:

When his ex-girlfriend tried to tell ya, he told her not to meddle in yours
(You Shoulda)
And when he tells you that he lost his temper, next thing he knew he had hit her.
(You need to)
And you all up in his face wit your finger, a small voice tells you "danger".
(You better)

Pre-chorus:

Temper flared, you scared.
Baby's crying, bills pilling everywhere.
It's about to get ugly up in there.
Better pack your bags if you ain't trying to be his punching bag.

Chorus:

When the drama starts to hit the fan.
Raise your voice but not your hand.
And you can say the most hurtful things.
You can go.
You can yell, scream, blowing off steam.
Don't put your hands on me.

Verse 2:

You bring me flowers and a diamond necklace.
Apology unaccepted.
(You wouldn't)
And I'm tired of giving sad excuses, explaining bumps and bruises.
Braking out on you without a warning first thing tomorrow morning.
(You shoulda)

Pre-Chorus:

Temper flared, don't get scared.
Police sirens, dishes flying everywhere.
It's about to get ugly up in here.
The fighting gots to end.
Bet you never put your hands on me again.


Chorus:

When the drama starts to hit the fan.
(Raise your voice) Raise your voice but not your hand. (But not your hand)
And you can say the most hurtful things.(And you can say the most nasty, filthiest things that come out your mouth)
You can go.
(Oh baby you can yell, scream, blowing off steam.)You can yell, scream, blowing off steam.
Don't put your hands on me.



Bridge:

Put your hands on me. (When you wanna feel something soft.)
Put your hands on me. (When some loving 'bout to get jumped off.)
But don't put your hands on me. (When you're pissed off and your job laid off.)
You can yell, scream, blowing off steam.
Don't put your hands on me.
(Don't put your hands on me.)

Verse 3:

Your Honor, your Honor please understand.
(The victim of an abusive relationship.)
And I really loved that man without a doubt.
(But before I knew what happened I had blacked out.) (I had blacked out)

Got the cops knocking, neighbors watching.
Got me looking crazy, back of a squadcar.
(Ain't that kinda lady.)
Oh no not me no that is not the way it's suppose to be.



Chorus:

When the drama starts to hit the fan.(Oh no baby)
Raise your voice but not your hand.
And you can say the most hurtful things.
You can go.
You can yell, scream, blowing off steam.
Don't put your hands on me.

Oh oh oh oh no, no , no, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no