"Heartbreaker" lyrics
Joe Bonamassa, Trombone Shorty & Eric Gales Lyrics
(originally by B.B. King)
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
Oh, a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, a mean man-hater
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
When she holds my hand, I get warm inside
Something happened that I can't describe
She never talk serious 'bout love or romance
She's the kinda babe that won't give your heart a chance
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, a mean man-hater
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
No one man ever enters her mind
She loves to flirt with maybe eight or nine
When she goes out, man, she has a ball
She don't date one, she'd love to date 'em all
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, a mean man-hater
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
Well, no one man ever enters her mind
She loves to flirt with maybe eight or nine
She made up her mind, man, to really live
She gonna go out and live for real
She's a mean man-hater, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, a mean man-hater
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
A real heartbreaker
A real heartbreaker
A real man-hater, ooh
A real heartbreaker
I said, "A real man-hater, heartbreaker," oh
Ah, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, real heartbreaker
Oh, a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, a mean man-hater
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
When she holds my hand, I get warm inside
Something happened that I can't describe
She never talk serious 'bout love or romance
She's the kinda babe that won't give your heart a chance
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, a mean man-hater
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
No one man ever enters her mind
She loves to flirt with maybe eight or nine
When she goes out, man, she has a ball
She don't date one, she'd love to date 'em all
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, a mean man-hater
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
Well, no one man ever enters her mind
She loves to flirt with maybe eight or nine
She made up her mind, man, to really live
She gonna go out and live for real
She's a mean man-hater, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
She's a real heartbreaker, a mean man-hater
She's a real heartbreaker, don't you know?
A real heartbreaker
A real heartbreaker
A real man-hater, ooh
A real heartbreaker
I said, "A real man-hater, heartbreaker," oh
Ah, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, real heartbreaker
Writer(s): Paul Bernard Rodgers
