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

On matters of the heart
Or something even worse

Watch 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 prose from poetry
And 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
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

On matters of the heart
Or something even worse