What It Ain't

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 hasnt 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.