Lyrics
Bolt up the windows, lock all the doors Try to remember what a body is for There's bad weather comin', the red eye's runnin' red Let's spend the weekend and never leave that bed Turn out the lights like there's no one home And cut the wires on the telephone Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Let's tell ol' Monday mornin', "Please don't come too soon" The storm is still raging right here in this room Oh, what a sweet way to spend our time Still got a little taste of some real good wine Turn out the lights like there's no one home And cut the wires on the telephone Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Oh, what a feelin's gonna fill my brain Next time the weatherman says it looks like rain? Turn out the lights like there's no one home And cut the wires on the telephone Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Turn out the lights like there's no one home And cut the wires on the telephone Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain
Song details
Artist: Vince Gill