I'd just like to take a little of your time here
To talk about two words
that folks always like to use
They always talk about making love
Yeah, making love
But have you ever sit down to think about
Everything that's got life in it likes to make love?
Did you know that?
Why, horses like to make love
Cows like to make love
And mosquitoes like to make love
And human beings like to make love
But now, it's one thing about them horses
Cows, mosquitoes and things
When they get ready to make love
I don't care where they at,
they make love right there
Don't make no difference whatever
But now, we human beings
We just a little bit different from that
Some of us, that's got a lot of money
We like to go way up in an airplane
Somewhere and make love
And then there are those of us
Who like to wait 'til Sunday afternoon
And then we go way out on a boat
in the water somewhere
And make love
Oh, but children, there are those of us
Who ain't never had nothin'
Ain't got nothin' now
And don't ever expect to get a doggone thing
So what we like to do
We like to get ourselves
about 50 cent worth of gas
And we like to drive way down a country road
somewhere
Oh, and children we like to make love
On the backseat of a car, children
Ha ha ha
Oh, but maybe one of the sad things
about making love is that
Folks like to slip around
Oh you know, I know some men
that's got some good women
Women that'll stay at home all the long week
And don't worry about goin' nowhere
While the man just runs around with
Every Mary-Jane and Sue he can find
Off somewhere, makin' love
But children, men are not the only ones
that like to slip around
Why, women like to slip around too
How many times have you heard
some women sittin' down talkin'
And you hear one's tell the rest of them
She said, I sure wish he'd stay at home sometime
'Cause I'm tired of him followin' me
around everywhere I go
She wants to slip around so she can make love
Well I tell you
It makes no difference if you came from the city
It don't matter if you came from the country
And some of you out there under the sound
of my voice
May have come from the suburbs
But I'd like to suggest to you
one of the best places I know
That you can go to make love
And that place is
At the dark end of the street
That's where we always meet
Hiding in the shadows
Where we'd all be alone
Living in darkness
Oh Lord, behind on our own
One day, they gonna find us
Oh, they gonna catch us somewhere
Don't let 'em find us
Oh, I know they gonna find us one day
It may, it may not be long
It may be sooner than we think
But I know, they gonna find us
Somewhere at the dark end of the street