Secondhand Love -

They had a love they could never walk away from

He said she fit him like his favorite jeans

A little tattered with some holes in the pockets

From wearing and then washing them clean

I only hope we share a love just like that

The kind we’d never take nothing for

In fifty years all the shirts of off your back

Folded in that dresser drawer

Don’t give me no secondhand love, no

Don’t want no secondhand love, no

I want the kind of love you never let go of

Even when it’s hanging by a thread

You sew it up and put it on again

Those were the days with sentimental treasures

Were never sold off the dollar rack

He says: «Sweetheart, love’s real measure

Is holding on when times get bad.»

Don’t give me no secondhand love, no

Don’t want no secondhand love, no

I want the kind of love you never let go of

Even when it’s hanging by a thread

You sew it up and put it on again

You now, you put it on again

I want a strong love

I want a pure love

I won’t settle for not-so-sure love

We have troubles, but at least they’re ours

Don’t want nobody’s hand-me-downs

Ooh, ooh, ooh

I’m not taking no —

Don’t give me no secondhand love

Don’t want no secondhand love

I only want the kind you can be sure of

Even when it’s hanging by a thread

You sew it up and put it on again

You sew it up and put it on again