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