I'd just like to take a little of your time here
To talk about two words
That folks like to use.
They always talk about making love
Yeah, making love
But have you ever sat 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 mosquitos like to make love
And human beings like to make love.

But now, its one thing about them horses
Cows, mosquitos and things
When they get ready to make love
They 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, thats 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 till Sunday afternoon
And then you way out on a boat
In the water somewhere
And make love
Oh, but children, there are those of us
Who aint never had nothin'
Aint got nothing now
And don't ever expect to get a dog gone thing
So what we like to do
We like to get ourselves
About 50 cents worth of gas
And we like to drive way down 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
Thats 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, making 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 sitting 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 suggest to you
One of the best places I know
That you can go to make love
And thats place is

At the dark end of the street
That's where we always meet
Hiding in 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 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