Dont give me no hand-me-down love
It dont wear the same
I want love that looks good on
With a fit that screams my name
Yeah, I was afraid
Of becoming a casual business man
On matters of the heart
Of becoming a casual business man
Or something even worse
But you get in the taxi
Your hands on another man
You must be crazy
If you think Ill stand back, yeah
Dont give me no hand-me-down love
It dont wear the same
I want love that looks good on
With a fit that screams my name
Yeah, I was afraid
so discrete
A maintenance touch
Makes prose from poetry
And it dont mean much, yeah
A maintenance touch
And it dont mean much
Can you get enough?
Is there enough?
Can you get enough?
Is there enough?
Can you get enough?
Found out your escape route
Can you get enough?
Is there ever enough?
Found out your escape route
Touch me, sweet
Forget the rest
Hooks feel so nice
Dug in my chest
Touch me, sweet
Touch me, sweet
Dont give me no hand-me-down love
It dont wear the same
I want love that looks good on
With a fit that screams my name
Yeah, I was afraid
Of becoming a casual business man
On matters of the heart
Of becoming a casual business man
Or something even worse