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
Making love
Making love
Making 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
Making love
Making love
Making love
Throw it down
Pick it up
Dress it up
And call it love
And they call it
Making love
Making love
Making love
Throw it down
Pick it up
Dress it up
And call it love
And they call it
Making love
Making love
Making love