Making Love (At the Dark End of the Street)

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