It's like a rushing fire. I feel my skin perspire.
There's only one thing left to do.
I see the Earth below me part. I hear a gunshot at the start.
I'm on a beeline straight for you.
I want to make it with you.
I want to make it... I want to make it with you.
I've got some fruit here in my hand; it's ripe, and from the promised land.
It should be eaten right away.
You look so hungry, by the door, just take a chair, and tell me more.
Just eat your lunch and try to stay.
I want to make it with you.
I want to make it... I want to make it with you.
And as the sun retires and plays tricks with the light,
I'll give you my love.
The bees inside your hive will start to come alive,
And we'll make honey for the doves, and we'll make honey for the doves.
Can't think of nothing left to say.
I feel my body start to sway; strange things you're doing to my mind.
I'm liking what I see; now is you hearing me?
Put on your glasses; are you blind?
I want to make it with you.
I want to make it... I want to make it with you.

Writer : CORNWELL, HUGH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing