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’s making me strong by the tip of my tongue,
like a tiger in a cage,
she 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.
