Oh, the gentle art of conversation
Is deader than the Dead Sea scrolls
We've become the mutest 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 chat-ter
What are we thinking of?
Let's not make with the pat-ter, Baby
Let's make love
If you roar like a li-on
I could coo like a dove
If you're sold, begin buy-ing, baby
Let's make love
Gosh, it's hot...
No, don't turn Tee-Vee on
Instead just turn me on
I light up like ne-on
Just a tiny section of
Your affection
In my direction will do. Ooh!
You'll just love my em-braces
'Cause they'll fit like a glove
We'll be off to the rac-es, maybe
Kiss me baby
Let's make love
Don't just lay there
Honey, do something!
Don't just contem-plate me
Prove that you don't hate me
Come on, oscu-late me
Maybe moonlight trips with me
Come to grips with me
Lips to lips with me, do!
You'll just love my embra-ces
(Marilyn Monroe)
'Cause they'll fit like a glove
We could get down to cases, maybe
Kiss me baby
Let's make love
My oh my but it's warm here
Let's make love
I sure wore a tight col-lar
Let's make love
Do you know a good doc-tor?
Let's make love