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The Whispers

Homemade Lovin'

 

Homemade Lovin'

(album: Whisper In Your Ear - 1979)


Here you are crying your eyes out
'Cause you think I'm doing you wrong
But you just don't know, baby
Ooh, dry your eyes, 'cause we got
The perfect recipe for love
And I can't let go, baby
Ooh, appetizers just won't do
And I know that the main course is you

There ain't nothing like homemade loving
And only you can please this hungry man
There ain't nothing like homemade loving
Nobody makes it quite like you can

Don't you let nobody tell you
That your love is on the menu
'Cause they're much too late, baby
Ooh, now that I know what I want
I don't need no menu, 'cause it's you
And you're just my taste, baby
Ooh, I don't need no gourmet dish
All I want is your tender kiss

There ain't nothing like homemade loving
Go take that apron off and I'll show you why
There ain't nothing like homemade loving
Just keep on doing what you're doing
And I'll be satisfied

I'm not playing around, 'cause I found
(There ain't nothing like homemade love)
Each and every day, I'm here to say
(There ain't nothing like homemade lovin')
I'm not playing around, 'cause I found
(There ain't nothing like homemade love)
Each and every day, I'm here to say
(There ain't nothing like homemade lovin')

Don't you let nobody tell you
That your love is on the menu
'Cause they're much too late, baby
Ooh, now that I know what I want
I don't need no menu, 'cause it's you, girl
And you're just my taste, baby
Hey, turn the fire up a little bit higher
I want it hot to feel my desire

There ain't nothing like homemade loving
And only you can please this hungry man
There ain't nothing like homemade loving
Nobody makes it quite like you can
Whoo-ooh...

There ain't nothing like homemade loving
Give it to me nice and hot now, baby
There ain't nothing like homemade loving
Only you can please this hungry man

Whoo, there ain't nothing like homemade loving
Just keep on doing what you're doing
And I gonna understand
There ain't nothing like homemade loving...

done

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