Hug Me a Hug

Hug Me a Hug - Alma Cogan

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