You gotta snazzy new car in your driveway,
expensive new clothes on your back.
Every short skirt on the highway
has spent time in your bachelor pad.
We dance and you look o'er my shoulder
and make eyes at somebody else.
You swear that you're not,
but you know that's a crock
'cause you only care for yourself.
Your attitude stinks and I hate it.
You're arrogant, cocky and rude.
You're selfish, conceited and jaded.
Everything's all about you;
You think that I'm lucky to have you.
You think you're so handsome, so what?
I'm calling you out 'cause I don't need this crap.
I'm gettin' myself out of Dodge.
'Cause you don't know love from Shinola.
With you, love is not what I found.
A woman needs someone to hold her
not someone to just lay her down.
I want someone I can count on, a cool head,
a warm heart and shoulder to cry on,
rely on, today and from now on.
But you don't know love from Shinola.
You don't know love from Shinola.
Oh, but I gave you love and affection,
but you never gave one iota.
It was an early detection that you don't know love from Shinola.
You don't know love from Shinola.
You don't know what true love's about.
'Cause you'll find your world growin' colder
when you're alone and without.
So go on, lover boy, have a big time,
drink up on your bourbon and cola.
When you sober up you'll be bleep out of luck
'cause you don't know love from Shinola.
I'm in it for love but you're just playing stud,
'cause you don't know love from Shinola.
You don't know love, you don't know love.
You don't know love,
'cause you don't know love from Shinola.
You don't know love, you don't know love.
You don't, you don't, you don't know love.
