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, yet I was afraid
Of becoming a casual business man On matters of the heart Of becoming a casual business man Or something even worse
Watched you get in the taxi, your hands on another man You must be crazy if you think I'll stand back
Wide eyed and so discrete, a maintenance touch Makes prose from poetry and it doesn't mean much
Can you get enough? Is there enough? I found out your escape routes Can you get enough?
Touch me sweet Forget the rest Your hooks felt so right Dug in my chestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
