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 you

Some other's lips may burn on my own

That's why all your 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

When you find a true love you treasure

Other affairs are just the past time

You'll find their love just a cheap imitation

The love they offer is 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

Too used to being with you