That Ain’t Love, That’s Sugar

Lyrics
Doctor, doctor tell me the cure What's been ailing me I can't even be sure I'm so sick, I can't get out of bed Something's wrong with me Wrong with my head Girl I been seeing Make me suffer my pride She's a pretty little thing But she ain't at all dignified I work all day at the sweat factory While she does her nails And watches TV Oh yeah, it's true Doctor, tell me what can I do? What kind of medicine Can help me fix the mess That I've found myself in He said, son you're caught up In a young mans game You might like the hustle But it's gonna end in shame The finer she look The sharper she hook And suffering will know you by name But that ain't love, thats sugar Hell, I had a sweet tooth myself That ain't love thats sugar Too much jellyroll Send you out of control He said, son you gotta find one That better suits your style Someone who can make even The bad times worthwhile Someone who makes you patient Someone who makes you kind Someone who's doing more Than just chasing a good time Cause' that ain't love, that's sugar Don't you mistake it for something else I know what you crave But you're digging your grave
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Credits
- Writers
- Jackie Greene