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