Makin' Love To You

I don't believe in the rockin' pneumonia

and who cares if Maybelline was a cow

Didn't see 'em rollin' over Beethoven

or hear the blues wrote for Chairman Mao

I don't care if they're rockin' the jailhouse

or who's a-courting with a Peggy Sue

I don't care if they call you a hound dog

as long as I can make love to you

Love to you

I love makin' love to you

Who cares about the great'a pretender

and who the hell was a'Johnny B.Goode

Rave on it's a crazy feeling

Rave on like you know you should

You know you should

I love makin' love to you

I love makin' love to you

I don't care about the shakes in my knee bone

as long as I've got my blue suede shoes

Don't mind if you tickle my thigh bone

as long as I can make love to you love to you,babe

I love makin' love to you

I love makin' love to you