Her name was Georgina
Five years of age
The girl of his dreams
He thought at that stage
But now he’s found his true love
She has a different name
Didn’t meet her on the school bus
But the feeling’s the same

Now the years have passed
They’re doing the dishes
Honeymoon contrast
Old forgotten wishes
She puts the kids to bed
And he mows the lawn
They’re watching TV
Instead of getting it on

Making love work means to work on love
Making love work means to work on love

Movies always end
With a Hollywood kiss
No hearts to mend
No temptations to miss
No lessons to learn
When heads are spinning
No bridges to burn
It’s only the beginning
She needs a rush of blood in her veins
The roaring of rivers when it rain
He needs the thrill of a one-night stand
Or just the warmth of a searching hand?

Baby, don’t walk through that door, ‘cause love is so much more