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I gave her my love, and she looked at me like I was insane;

I gave here my heart, and she tore it into a million pieces in the rain.

Once again I'd fallen for the same old line,

Just because I wanted to make that sweet little girl mine;

If this is what love is, I don't want it anymore...



I spent my paycheck every week on me and my honey:

I thought she loved me but she really loved my money.

I told her once that money doesn't grow on trees,

And she told me I'm not the only man she shes;

If this is what love is, I don't want it anymore...



I'm tired of all the heartaches and sorrow,

Of dealing with joy that's here today, gone tomorrow,

Of joining a string of hearts that's been broken before:

If this is what love is, I don't want it anymore.



I wrote here a letter telling her exactly how I felt;

I thought my words of love would make her sweet little heart melt.

She wrote me back saying that I really annoy her;

She was about to marry a rich lawyer.

If this is what love is, I don't want it anymore.



Maybe it's time for me to quit being Mr. Nice Guy,

Time to break lovers' hearts ith an evil look in my eye,

Time to see if the world is crazy, or am I?



I gave you my love, and you looked at me like I was insane;

I gave you my heart, and you tore it into a million pieces in the rain.

Once again I'd fallen for the same old line,

Just because I wanted to make your sweet little heart mine.

If this is what love is, I just don't want it anymore...