Songtexte Let's Make Love - Yves Montand , Marilyn Monroe , Frankie Vaughan

Oh, the gentle art of conversation
Is deader than the dead sea scrolls
We've become the mute-est 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

Here we sit and we chatter
What are we thinking of?
Let's not make with the patter, baby
Let's make love

My, oh my, but it's stifling

If you'd roar like a lion
I could coo like a 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 neon
Just a tiny section of your affection
In my direction will do, ooh

You'll just love my embraces
'Cause they'll fit like a glove
We could get down to cases, maybe
Kiss me, baby
Let's make love

My, oh my, but it's warm here

Don't just lay there
Honey, do something!

Come on, roar like a lion
And I'll coo like a dove
If you're sold, begin buying

Oh, don't!

Baby, let's make love

I'm on fire

Don't just contemplate me
Prove that you don't hate me
Come on, askulate me
Plan some moonlight trips with me
Come to grips with me
Lips to lips with me, do
Ooh, ooh, ooh

You'll just love my embraces
'Cause they'll fit like a glove
We could get down to cases, 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

I may need a salt tablet
Do you know a good doctor?

Let's make love