Love Deluxe Lyrics

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