Songtexte Let's Make Love (with Frankie Vaughan) [Remastered] - Marilyn Monroe

The gentle art of conversation
Is deader than the Dead Sea Scrolls
We've become the weakest 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
What are we thinking of?
Let's not make with the patter, baby
Let's make love

If you roar like a lion
I could coo like a dove
If you're sold, begin buying, babe
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, ohh

You just love my embraces
'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, osculate me

Maybe moonlight trips with me
Come to grips with me
Lips to lips with me, do

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

Kiss me, baby
Let's make love

My oh my but it's warm here
I sure wore a tight collar
Do you know a good doctor?
Let's make love