Making love, in the morning
Making love, without warning
I look into her eyes
I see her sweet surprise
I kiss her on the cheeks
Ooh she looks so meek
Making love, in the morning
Making love, in the afternoon
Making love, always done too soon
Starting up the beach, way out of reach
Waking up to get some late, late breakfast
Making love, in the afternoon
Making love, in the evening
Making love, we're not leaving
'Til we get so high, soaring to the sky
Spirit in our heads, falling off the bed
Making love, in the evening