Hug me a hug Kiss me a kiss There's an awful lot That you're makin' me miss Wasting the night Being polite Wouldn't you rather make love
Call for a date Met about 8 Haven't had a kiss And it's gettin' so late Talkin' of books And how your mom cooks Wouldn't you rather make love
Let's sit down And rest our weary bones Let's start acting like sweethearts 'Stead of Ms. Smith and Mr. Jones
Hug me a hug Kiss me a kiss There's an awful lot That you're makin' me miss Talk, talkin' too much And walkin' too much Wouldn't you rather make love
Maybe it's nice Tradin' advise As for me I rather be breakin' the ice Must you go on Talkin' till dawn Wouldn't you rather make love
Wastin' the moon Wastin' the stars Walking all around Dodging buses and cars Frightened to death All out of breath Wouldn't you rather make love
Let's sit down And rest our weary bones Let's start acting like sweethearts 'Stead of Ms. Smith and Mr. Jones
I'm sittin' here You're sittin' there Maybe sittin' closer Will get you somewhere I see what you mean Isn't this keen Wouldn't you rather Wouldn't you rather Wouldn't you rather make loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
