I have been around this old block before.
I've walked into abruptly closin' doors.
Schooled in hard knocks, I've learned a lot,
About how a heart can break.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't.

It ain't layin' in the dark,
And wonderin' why she hasn't called,
And now it's 2 a.m.
It ain't driving by her house,
To find her wrapped up,
In the arms of you ex-best friend.
It ain't bold face lies or alibis,
That cannot be explained.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't.

You say you could show me how to love.
Baby, there's one thing you can be sure of:
I wouldn't treat you wrong 'cause I've been on,
The hurtin' side of pain.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't

It ain't showing up for dinner,
With a rose and Chardonnay,
Then drinkin by yourself.
It ain't a postcard from Hawaii,
Sayin': "We can still be friends,
"But I met someone else."
It ain't bold face lies or alibis,
That cannot be explained.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't.

It ain't a mink coat,
Forty pairs of shoes,
Two 14-carat anklets on my mastercard.
It ain't walkin' in a pawn shop,
Recognizing her engagement ring,
She swore she lost.
It ain't bold face lies or alibis,
That cannot be explained.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't.

If you had all day I could tell you things,
That would make a grown man faint.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't,
Yeah, I know what it ain't.

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Writer(s): MONTY CRISWELL, TIM MENSY