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 And they call it makin' love
Makin' love, makin' love
