Alma Cogan - Hug Me a Hug

Hug me a hug
Kiss me a kiss
There's an awful lot
That you're makin' me miss
Wasting the night
Being polite
Wouldn't you rather make love

Call for a date
Met about 8
Haven't had a kiss
And it's gettin' so late
Talkin' of books
And how your mom cooks
Wouldn't you rather make love

Let's sit down
And rest our weary bones
Let's start acting like sweethearts
'Stead of Ms. Smith and Mr. Jones

Hug me a hug
Kiss me a kiss
There's an awful lot
That you're makin' me miss
Talk, talkin' too much
And walkin' too much
Wouldn't you rather make love

Maybe it's nice
Tradin' advise
As for me
I rather be breakin' the ice
Must you go on
Talkin' till dawn
Wouldn't you rather make love

Wastin' the moon
Wastin' the stars
Walking all around
Dodging buses and cars
Frightened to death
All out of breath
Wouldn't you rather make love

Let's sit down
And rest our weary bones
Let's start acting like sweethearts
'Stead of Ms. Smith and Mr. Jones

I'm sittin' here
You're sittin' there
Maybe sittin' closer
Will get you somewhere
I see what you mean
Isn't this keen
Wouldn't you rather
Wouldn't you rather
Wouldn't you rather make love