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I'd just like to take a little of your time here |
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To talk about two words |
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that folks always like to use |
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They always talk about making love |
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Yeah, making love |
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But have you ever sit down to think about |
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Everything that's got life in it likes to make love? |
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Did you know that? |
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Why, horses like to make love |
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Cows like to make love |
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And mosquitoes like to make love |
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And human beings like to make love |
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But now, it's one thing about them horses |
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Cows, mosquitoes and things |
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When they get ready to make love |
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I don't care where they at, |
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they make love right there |
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Don't make no difference whatever |
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But now, we human beings |
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We just a little bit different from that |
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Some of us, that's got a lot of money |
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We like to go way up in an airplane |
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Somewhere and make love |
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And then there are those of us |
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Who like to wait 'til Sunday afternoon |
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And then we go way out on a boat |
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in the water somewhere |
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And make love |
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Oh, but children, there are those of us |
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Who ain't never had nothin' |
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Ain't got nothin' now |
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And don't ever expect to get a doggone thing |
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So what we like to do |
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We like to get ourselves |
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about 50 cent worth of gas |
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And we like to drive way down a country road |
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somewhere |
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Oh, and children we like to make love |
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On the backseat of a car, children |
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Ha ha ha |
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Oh, but maybe one of the sad things |
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about making love is that |
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Folks like to slip around |
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Oh you know, I know some men |
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that's got some good women |
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Women that'll stay at home all the long week |
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And don't worry about goin' nowhere |
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While the man just runs around with |
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Every Mary-Jane and Sue he can find |
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Off somewhere, makin' love |
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But children, men are not the only ones |
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that like to slip around |
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Why, women like to slip around too |
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How many times have you heard |
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some women sittin' down talkin' |
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And you hear one's tell the rest of them |
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She said, I sure wish he'd stay at home sometime |
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'Cause I'm tired of him followin' me |
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around everywhere I go |
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She wants to slip around so she can make love |
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Well I tell you |
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It makes no difference if you came from the city |
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It don't matter if you came from the country |
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And some of you out there under the sound |
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of my voice |
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May have come from the suburbs |
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But I'd like to suggest to you |
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one of the best places I know |
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That you can go to make love |
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And that place is |
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At the dark end of the street |
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That's where we always meet |
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Hiding in the shadows |
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Where we'd all be alone |
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Living in darkness |
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Oh Lord, behind on our own |
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One day, they gonna find us |
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Oh, they gonna catch us somewhere |
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Don't let 'em find us |
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Oh, I know they gonna find us one day |
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It may, it may not be long |
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It may be sooner than we think |
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But I know, they gonna find us |
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Somewhere at the dark end of the street |
