You don't know a thing about real love, babe
Real love, baby
You don't know a thing about true heartbreak
You're a heartbreaker
You don't know a thing about real love, babe
Real love, baby
You don't know a thing about true heartbreak
You're a heartbreaker

I took a trip to SoHo, NYC
I left her back in London in the breeze
I couldn't wait to see her, I forgot she's just as bad as me
She's a professional heartbreaker
She fit right in my pocket, she was sweet (she was sweet)
I thought she was the woman
of my dreams (woman of my dreams)
But then she broke my heart
I forgot she's just as bad as me
She's a professional heartbreaker

What are you? Some kind of professional heartbreaker?

You don't know a thing about real love, babe
Real love, baby
You don't know a thing about true heartbreak
You're a heartbreaker
You don't know a thing about real love, babe
Real love, baby
You don't know a thing about true heartbreak
You're a heartbreaker

It was real what I felt for you
It was real till I found out the truth

What are you? Some kind of professional heartbreaker? (Ah)

You don't know a thing about real love, babe
Real love, baby
You don't know a thing about true heartbreak
You're a heartbreaker

You don't know a thing about real
Real love, I look inside of you
What are you? Some kind of professional heartbreaker?