Hook Up

Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down;
You've got too much talent.
I see you through those bloodshot eyes,
There's a cure, you'd found it.

Slow motion sparks, you caught that chill,
Now don't deny it.
But boys will be boys, oh yes, they will:
They don't wanna define it.

Just give up the game and get into me.
If you're lookin' for thrils,
Then get cold feet.

Oh, no.
I do not hook up, up.
I go slow.
So if you want me,
I don't come cheap.
Keep your thing in your pants,
Your heart on your sleeve.
Oh, no.
I do not hook up, up.
I fall deep.
Because the more that you try,
The harder I'll fight
To say goodnight.

I can't cook no, but I can clean--
Up the mess you left.
Lay your head down and feel the beat
As I kiss your forehead.
This may not last, but this is now,
So love the one you're with.
You wanna chase,
But you're chasin' your tail.
A quick fix won't ever
Get you well.

Oh, no.
I do not hook up, up.
I go slow.
So if you want me,
I don't come cheap.
Keep your thing in your pants,
Your heart on your sleeve.
Oh, no.
I do not hook up, up.
I fall deep.
Because the more that you try,
The harder I'll fight
To say goodnight.

Because I feel the distance
Between us could be over
With a snap of your finger.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.

Oh, no.
I do not hook up, up.
I go slow.
So if you want me,
I don't come cheap.
Keep your thing in your pants,
Your heart on your sleeve.
Oh, no.
I do not hook up, up.
I fall deep.
Because the more that you try,
The harder I'll fight
To say goodnight.

Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down,
Because you don't wanna miss out.