Tammy Wynette - They Call It Making Love Lyrics
A little barroom, on his way homeA bed to lay on in a room upstairsWhat's her name, he'll never see her againClose the door, who knows, who caresAnd they call it makin' loveMakin' love, makin' loveThrow it down, pick it upDress it up and call it loveTogether alone like nothing's wrongIn a house called home, in a double bedThey've grown so far apart, they just fumble in the darkNot one single word is saidAnd they call it makin' loveMakin' love, makin' loveThrow it down, pick it upDress it up and call it loveAnd they call it makin' loveMakin' love, makin' loveThrow it down, pick it upDress it up and call it loveAnd they call it makin' loveMakin' love, makin' love