They Call It Making Love Songtext
von Tammy Wynette
They Call It Making Love Songtext
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 making love
Making love, making 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 making love
Making love, making love
Throw it down, pick it up
Dress it up and call it love
And they call it making love
Making love, making love
Throw it down (throw it down), pick it up (pick it up)
Dress it up and call it love
And they call it making love
Making love, making love
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 making love
Making love, making 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 making love
Making love, making love
Throw it down, pick it up
Dress it up and call it love
And they call it making love
Making love, making love
Throw it down (throw it down), pick it up (pick it up)
Dress it up and call it love
And they call it making love
Making love, making love
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