Le Milliardaire / Let's Make Love: Let's Make Love - Frankie Vaughan, S. Cahn, J. Van Heusen

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