Lletres: Jo Jo Gunne. I Make Love.

I make love, I make love

Consider yourself a lady
Consider yourself a real prize
But just don't give me none of that
Too cool for love
It just might hit you right between the eyes

Oh, I make love, oh, I make love

I make love, I make love

I don't object to your money
I don't object to your car
Just don't gimme none of that
[Incomprehensible] jar
That's covered your brains a little too far

Oh, I make love, oh, I make love
C'mon. c'mon, c'mon

I make love, I make love

You like a horse in the mornin'
(I make love)
I work like a dog all night

Or standin' all year with a guitar in my ear
(I make love)
You're wonderin' why I'm a little uptight

Oh you know you're so bony
(I make love)
You smile like a pony

Your clonies are phonies
(I make love)
That's why you're so lonely