Dr. L'Ling - Minus The Bear

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 chest