MAKE WITH THE LOVIN'
(W. Dickerson)

When I pick up my girl at eight
It's hard for me to have to wait
To hear her say, when it gets late
Make with the lovin' honey
Make with the lovin' baby
Make with the lovin' honey
Make true love to me

When dining an' dancing at its end
The night is over, we just begin
What I love most is hear her sayin'
Make with the lovin' honey
Make with the lovin' baby
Make with the lovin' honey
Make true love to me

I take her in my arms so tight
And squeeze her close with all my might
That's when she sobs and says all right
Make with the lovin' honey
Make with the lovin' baby
Make with the lovin' honey
Make true love to me

Great day will be when we join hands
Up before a preacherman
To hear her whisper once again
Make with the lovin' honey
Make with the lovin' baby
Make with the lovin' honey
Make true love to me

Make with the lovin' honey
Make with the lovin' baby
Make with the lovin' honey
Make with the lovin' baby
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