All This Making Love

About an hour or more, when I go upstairs, you can read between the lines

I can make it to the top, but then I gotta stop

But I'm all right, I'm really fine

It's just the wine and all this making love

In a day or so, it'll really show, gonna wear me to the ground

It's just the way it goes, she keeps me on my toes

But I'm all right, and should I mind

It's just the wine and all this making love

And I can't keep still, gonna make a will, 'cause I'm losing all my hair

I try to make it seem it isn't just a dream

And I'm all right, I'm almost there

It isn't fair to wake up all this making love

I get pleasure and pain, it's a gravy train, it's a wonderland, it's a ride

And the rumor is I'm told, she's really got a hold

And I'm all right, I'm really fine

It's just the wine and all this making love

She'll be making me strung by the tip of my tongue like a tiger in a cage

She's got me up a wall, I'm slowing to a crawl

But I'm all right, I'm really fine

It's just the wine and all this making love

Too much, too much, too much, too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much

Too much