Love Like That

Well, I’ve had my share of sweet-talking Romeos
But you take the cake
When you text your ex and flirt with the hot waitress
Right in front of my face
When you mess around, you don’t mess around
You’re a cut above the rest
You’re a low-blow virtuoso
I’m not mad, I’m impressed
Where’d you learn to break apart somebody’s heart
Take the piece you want and run off?
Where’d you learn to make 'em fall, then never call?
Only wanna get yours and get lost
Well, did you get a full ride to the college of Casanova?
Get a B.s. in giving cold shoulders?
Did you graduate all alone at the top of your class?
Tell me baby, where’d you learn to love
Where’d you learn to love like that?
Well I know your preacher and your third grade teacher
And I call your mama by her first name
So you must’ve been raised by wolves
'Cause Debby damn sure don’t play that game