her name was sarah jean it was a night like this in front of the dairy queen well she gave me my first kiss i was just ten years old so i never knew she was teaching me how to love you after the high school dance in my old man s car holding carol and i tried to go too far but she said no i didn t have a clue she was teaching me how to love you every hand we hold every bridge we burn every story told is another lesson learned a few years ago i met jill one night and then i loved her so but i didn t treat her right but she left me there with my heart broken in two she was teaching me how to love you every hand we hold every bridge we burn every single story told is another lesson learned so if i should glance in your rear view mirror at every failed romance that brought you here honey i can t be hurt by what i see they were teaching you how to love me they were teaching you how to love me