Room At The Top Of The Stairs

Well I know a place where love comes easy And I know a woman who meets me there She takes my hand, and gently leads me And we go up to the ro-oo-om at the top of the stairs. I close the door and she pulls the curtain When we make love, it's a private affair. I've been around and I know for certain There aint no room like the ro-oo-om at the top of the stairs. When we climb up the stairway to heaven We find love waiting there. Right at home, oh just me and my baby. The lovin's good in the room at the top of the stairs.