About an hour or more, when I go upstairs, you can read between the lines
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I can make it to the top, but then I gotta stop
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But I'm all right, I'm really fine
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It's just the wine and all this making love
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In a day or so, it'll really show, gonna wear me to the ground
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It's just the way it goes, she keeps me on my toes
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But I'm all right, and should I mind
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It's just the wine and all this making love
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And I can't keep still, gonna make a will, 'cause I'm losing all my hair
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I try to make it seem it isn't just a dream
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And I'm all right, I'm almost there
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It isn't fair to wake up all this making love
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I get pleasure and pain, it's a gravy train, it's a wonderland, it's a ride
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And the rumor is I'm told, she's really got a hold
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And I'm all right, I'm really fine
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It's just the wine and all this making love
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She'll be making me strung by the tip of my tongue like a tiger in a cage
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She's got me up a wall, I'm slowing to a crawl
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But I'm all right, I'm really fine
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It's just the wine and all this making love.
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Too much too much too much too much...
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All This Making Love
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| Bee Gees |
