All This Making Love

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