Lletres: Minus The Bear. Planet of Ice. Dr. L'Ling.

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

[Incomprehensible] so discrete
A maintenance touch
Makes prose from poetry
And it don?t mean much, yeah

A maintenance touch
And it don?t 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

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