Making love to you darling is just like the rolling hills Bunched like the dress of a goddess If looks could kill Well my darling you'd be dead Lord even still you know me best Yes my darling you know me best Well making love to you darling is just like that honey light Setting in the west My heart floats lazily through my chest How could I be so careless (Oh lord it ain't right) I must confess Lord always darling you know me best So float like silver float like snow Love me fast and love me slow Float like silver float like snow In the dawn my mind let go So spin me right round your armoured loom While Mozart plays that crazy tune Oh for just a thread of that dress I must confess Lord always darling you know me best