(Bill Anderson)

There's nothin' I like any better
Than turnin' the lights down low
Turnin' the covers back
And lettin' all of our feelin' show.

My favorite room is the bedroom
My favorite time is night
My favorite place is in your arms
Nothin' lovin' and holdin' you tight.

But our love is more
Than a bedroom thing
It starts there but it don't stop there
It's an old and encompassing thing.

You're a fantastic woman in the kitchen
A dynamite lady in the den
You're a hell of a lover in the bedroom
but our love is more than a bedroom thing.
So much more, more than a bedroom thing.

--- Instrumental ---

Sometimes I get high
Just a sittin' and talkin' to you
Laughin' at the things we done
And plannin' the thing we goin' to do.

Your fingers touchin' my body
Your eyes touchin' my soul
Your kisses leading me back to the room
Where the waters of passion flow.

But our love is more
Than a bedroom thing
It starts there but it don't stop there
It's an old and encompassing thing...