(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...