Don’t give me no 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 no 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 fools 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 no 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