That Ain't Love, That's Sugar - Jackie Greene

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