This Aint Love

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

I see you sitting in your shorts, talking on your smart phone...
I don't know if you've ever noticed me...
but I've always noticed that you were always alone.
And 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 about it...
I want to be real for you.../

This Aint Love,
so somebody tell me what is this I feel?
Am I crazy?
Not offering you much of my so called sweet deal...
Girl I'm scared...
but I'm compelled to talk to you this way..
I can't bare to see you sitting there..
lookin so good..yet alone
and not have you for my own...
but this aint love...
nah this aint love../

Maybe we can go out ...
there are a lot of good movies to see...
Or I know a couple of restaraunts...
you kind of look like you're hungry to me..
You don't even know my name...
Though I know you've seen me around...
From one or two parts of town..
and I'm not sure if saying this is too cool...
The other guys only dream about you...
but I'm not sure I can live another day without you../


This aint love, so don't get it twisted...
I can't quite put my finger on it..
I just know I can't seem to resist it..
This aint love...
but the feelin is kind of haunted...
This aint love...
but I'm pretty sure I want it.../