Don't give me your hand-me-down love
It don't 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 I'll stand back, yeah
Don't give me your hand-me-down love
It don't wear the same
I want love that looks good on
With a fit that screams my name
Yeah, I was afraid
Something so discrete
A maintenance touch
Makes prose from poetry
And don't mean much, yeah
A maintenance touch
And it don't mean much
Touch me, sweet
With that caress
Hooks feel so nice
Void in my chest
Touch me, sweet
Touch me, sweet
Don't give me your hand-me-down love
It don't 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