A little barroom, on his way home A bed to lay on in a room upstairs What's her name, he'll never see her again Close the door, who knows, who cares
And they call it makin' love Makin' love, makin' love Throw it down, pick it up Dress it up and call it love
Together alone like nothing's wrong In a house called home, in a double bed They've grown so far apart, they just fumble in the dark Not one single word is said
And they call it makin' love Makin' love, makin' love Throw it down, pick it up Dress it up and call it love
And they call it makin' love Makin' love, makin' love Throw it down, pick it up Dress it up and call it love
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