This Aint Love

ART: "The Dance" By Frank Morrison

Every night around about a quarter of eight
just before sundown....
just before it starts getting a little late
I walk through your neigborhood
because I know you'll be sitting on the steps
and for some good reason it makes me feel good
to know that there is still some natural beauty left./

I see you sitting in your shorts,talkin on your cell phone...
I don't know if you've ever noticed me...
but I've always noticed that you're always alone.
So Honey if you don't have a man, have I got a sweet deal
for you...
The other guys only talk about it..but I want to be real for you../

/This Aint Love
so somebody please tell me what is this I feel?
Am I crazy?
not offering you much of some kind of deal,
girl I'm scared...
but I'm compelled to talk to you this way...
I'm contradicting myself I know..
but I just can't have you sitting there alone
and not have something meaningful to say...
to let you know...
that I'd like to have you for my own..
but this aint love, no this aint love../

Maybe we could go out...there's a lot of good movies to see
or I know a couple of restaraunts..you look like you might be hungry
to me..
You don't even know my name and I'm not sure right now
if saying this is too kool,
The other guys just dream about you, but Honey I'm
all about making dreams come true../

This aint love
don't get it twisted..
This Aint love
I just can't put my finger on it..
This Aint love
but I can't resist it..
This Aint Love...
or maybe I've missed it./