Too Used to Being with You

Too used to that certain someone

To offer my love to anyone new

My excuse for not wanting no one

Too used to being with you

When you lose a true love you treasure

Other affairs are just to pass time

You find a kiss just a cheap imitation

The love they offer's not real genuine

Too used to that certain someone

To offer my love to anyone new

My excuse for not wanting no one

Too used to being with you

Some other's arms may hold and caress me

And some other's lips may burn on my own

While my eyes are filled with their beauty

My heart inside will be crying alone

Too used to that certain someone

To offer my love to anyone new

My excuse for not wanting no one

Too used to being with you