Lyrics:

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)
Before 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 'til 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)
Real love, baby (real love)
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, uh, talk is cheap
What are you? Some kind of professional heartbreaker?