| Song | They Call It Making Love |
| Artist | Tammy Wynette |
| Album | I Don't Wanna Play House: The Best Of Tammy Wynette |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Braddock | |
| 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 makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' 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 makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love | |
| Throw it down, pick it up | |
| Dress it up and call it love | |
| And they call it makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love | |
| Throw it down, pick it up | |
| Dress it up and call it love | |
| And they call it makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love |
| zuo ci : Braddock | |
| 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 makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' 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 makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love | |
| Throw it down, pick it up | |
| Dress it up and call it love | |
| And they call it makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love | |
| Throw it down, pick it up | |
| Dress it up and call it love | |
| And they call it makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love |
| zuò cí : Braddock | |
| 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 makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' 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 makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love | |
| Throw it down, pick it up | |
| Dress it up and call it love | |
| And they call it makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love | |
| Throw it down, pick it up | |
| Dress it up and call it love | |
| And they call it makin' love | |
| Makin' love, makin' love |