Let's Make Love
The gentle art of conversation is deader than the Dead Sea scrolls.
We've become the weakest kind of nation.
We're uncommunicating souls.
No one talks. No one talks.
It's something we seldom ever do.
No one talks. No one talks.
No one talks but you.
Let's make love.
Here we sit and we chatter.
What are we thinking of?
Let's not make with the patter baby.
Let's make love.
If you roar like a lion,
I could coo like a dove.
If you're sold, begin buying babe.
Let's make love.
Gosh, it's hot.
No, don't turn tv on.
Instead just turn me on.
I light up like neon.
Just a tiny section of your affection in my direction will do. Ooh!
You just love my embraces
Cause they'll fit like a glove.
We'll be off to the races maybe.
Kiss me baby.
Let's make love.
Don't just lay there.
Honey, do something!
Don't just contemplate me.
Prove that you don't hate me.
Come on, osculate me.
Maybe moonlight trips with me
Come to grips with me
Lips to lips with me, do.
You just love my embraces.
Cause they'll fit like a glove.
We could get down to paces maybe.
Kiss me baby.
Let's make love.
My oh my but it's warm here.
I sure wore a tight collar.
Do you know a good doctor?
Let's make love.
We've become the weakest kind of nation.
We're uncommunicating souls.
No one talks. No one talks.
It's something we seldom ever do.
No one talks. No one talks.
No one talks but you.
Let's make love.
Here we sit and we chatter.
What are we thinking of?
Let's not make with the patter baby.
Let's make love.
If you roar like a lion,
I could coo like a dove.
If you're sold, begin buying babe.
Let's make love.
Gosh, it's hot.
No, don't turn tv on.
Instead just turn me on.
I light up like neon.
Just a tiny section of your affection in my direction will do. Ooh!
You just love my embraces
Cause they'll fit like a glove.
We'll be off to the races maybe.
Kiss me baby.
Let's make love.
Don't just lay there.
Honey, do something!
Don't just contemplate me.
Prove that you don't hate me.
Come on, osculate me.
Maybe moonlight trips with me
Come to grips with me
Lips to lips with me, do.
You just love my embraces.
Cause they'll fit like a glove.
We could get down to paces maybe.
Kiss me baby.
Let's make love.
My oh my but it's warm here.
I sure wore a tight collar.
Do you know a good doctor?
Let's make love.
Credits
Writer(s): Aimee Mayo, Marv Green, Christopher Marsh Lindsey, William Luther
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