Song | They Call It Making Love |
Artist | Tammy Wynette |
Album | I Don't Wanna Play House: The Best Of Tammy Wynette |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Braddock | |
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 |
zuo ci : Braddock | |
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 |
zuò cí : Braddock | |
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 |