Love Makin` Musik
Barry White Lyrics

We making music in the bedroom, music in the living room, Music in the bathroom, when we makin' love Music in the bedroom, music in the living room, Music in the bathroom,when we making love
We create our own rhythm wherever we are in the house, even when we're making love.

I love comin' home You blowin' on me like a saxophone I'm blowin' on you like a trombone You play ya song when I turn you on Let me be your kit-kat good gurl Bend over against ya gurl Got ya leg strapped around my neck,like a guitar hurtin' ya girl Bumpin' in my car at the pod You can get this music anywhere, Even at Wal-Mart In the parkin' lot, even the shoppin' cart I do nasty things when we in the dark We steadily bumpin', hittin' you with this percussion Bout to make you have a concussion Makin' music is really really something
I enjoy being with you, embracing music with lots of instruments as we create our own sounds, and doing some naughty things when it's dark.

I'm so in love with you, that what music does to you I'm so in love with you, that what music does to you
I'm deeply in love with you, and music brings out the best in us.

We makin from the bed squeakin' back and forth Sweet music girl you tellin' me that you want some more I make you seem like a choir higher and higher I put my lips on any instrument that you desire I wanna hold ya, Just squeeze ya, Don't wanna tease ya, Just wanna please ya We got the neighbors sayin' keep the music down But we goin all night, So enjoy the sound
We start making sounds from the bed, inspiring each other to make more and louder sounds. I get creative and use you as my instrument, fulfilling your every desire in the process. We keep it down for the neighbors, but we continue all night.

Slick 'em hound, Let me pump ya pump ya up louder louder like the stereo I turn you on all night Like my rode radio I can be your violin I just want to stroke ya stroke ya You tell me im your trumpet just lay back and let me row ya row ya I wanna put you in my my arms, beat that thing how I play my drums Ra-ta-tat-tat to the ta-tat-tat Rum-a-bum-bum-bum Body shakin in the bed like a tambourine Phone in my ear 'til you fall asleep The way we bumpin' and grindin' all night to the beat, You remind me of my g
I want to satisfy you by turning up the volume like a loud stereo, and giving you a musical experience like when I play my radio. I want to play the violin on you, and be both your musician and lover. You remind me of my g (love), shaking your body like a tambourine all night long while we bump and grind to the beat, with the phone in my ear until you fall asleep.

You're my favorite song, when I turn you on I hear you all night long when I turn you on
You're my go-to and favorite lover that I can't get enough of, and I adore hearing from you all night long.