Something here don't feel rightnWhat a wicked web you weavenIn the fabric of our love lifenYou wear your heart upon your sleevennMaybe I'm not your first lovenYou swore I'd be your lastnBut the hand that fits in that glovenIs from the corners of your pastnnIt don't fit me, I don't want itnDon't you dress me in your hand-me-down lovenI don't want it, it don't fit menDon't want your hand-me-down lovennSome say this outfit suits menI should button my lipnBut our common thread hangs looselynAnd it's causing me to slipnnYou claim that your heart has mendednYour love's tailor-made for menBut what devotion has descendednIs worn at the kneesnnIt don't fit me, I don't want itnDon't you dress me in your hand-me-down lovenI don't want it, it don't fit menDon't want your hand-me-down lovennIt don't fit me, I don't want itnDon't you dress me in your hand-me-down lovenI don't want it, it don't fit menDon't want your hand-me-down lovennYour hand-me-down lovenYour hand-me-down love