Let's make love

All the gentle art of conversation is deader than the Dead Sea scrolls
We've become the mutest kind of nation, we're uncommunicating souls
No one talks, no one talks
It's something we seldom ever do
No one talks, no one talks
No one talks but you
Let's make love
Here we sit, and we chatter, oh what are we thinking of ?
Let's not make with the pattern, baby
Let's make love
If you roar like a lion
I could coo like dove
If you're sold, begin buying baby
Let's make love
Gosh, it's hot
No, don't turn TV on
Instead just turn me on
I light up like New York
Just a tiny section of your affection in my direction do ... ooh
You just love my embrace 'cause they'll fit like a glove
We'll be off to the races maybe
Kiss me baby
Let's make love
Don't just lay there, honey, do something
Don't just contemplate me
Prove that you don't hate me
Come on auscultate me
Maybe moonlight trips with me
Come to grips with me
Lips to lips with me
You just love my embrace 'cause they'll fit like a glove
We could get down to Casey's maybe
Kiss me baby
Let's make love
My oh my, but it's warm here
Let's make love
I sure wore a tight collar
Let's make love
Do you know a good doctor ?
Let's make love ...

Duo avec Frankie Vaughan.
Paroles et musique de Sammy Cahn/James van Heusen.
Tirée du film Le milliardaire/Let's make love.