Love Deluxe

(Pat Robinson)

She loves to whisper she loves to moan
She loves to do it on the telephone
Don't ask my baby she won't say why
She never gives no alibis

Talking 'bout love, love, love, love deluxe
Talking 'bout love, love, love, love deluxe

No run, run no run of the mill
No ordinary looks could kill
You've taken your last breath of life
It's too wrong, but it's too right


Prime rib so lean
We're talkin' love close to obscene
From the ground up the classic stuff
So, so luxurious


So use your nickels, use your dimes
My baby's love is not the usual kind
That satin edge so elegant
No rest until she's content


Love deluxe

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