Touch me, sweet
Can you get enough?
On matters of the heart
I want love that looks good on
It don’t wear the same
Can you get enough?
Yeah, I was afraid
If you think I’ll stand back, yeah
You must be crazy
Of becoming a casual business man
Of becoming a casual business man
Touch me, sweet
Yeah, I was afraid
And it don’t mean much
Or something even worse
Is there ever enough?
I want love that looks good on
It don’t wear the same
Touch me, sweet
With a fit that screams my name
Forget the rest
Found out your escape route
Is there enough?
Can you get enough?
[Incomprehensible] so discrete
Yeah, I was afraid
With a fit that screams my name
Your hands on another man
Don’t give me no hand-me-down love
On matters of the heart
A maintenance touch
Found out your escape route
Of becoming a casual business man
Of becoming a casual business man
A maintenance touch
Dug in my chest
I want love that looks good on
Makes prose from poetry
And it don’t mean much, yeah
Hooks feel so nice
Can you get enough?
Don’t give me no hand-me-down love
But you get in the taxi
Is there enough?
With a fit that screams my name
