by Harry Connick, Jr.



A little bit of me and a whole lot of you



Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too



Then let it rise for a hundred years or two



And that's the recipe for making love



It doesn't need sugar 'cause it's already sweet



It doesn't need an oven 'cause it's got a lot of heat



Just add a dash of kisses to make it all complete



And that's the recipe for making love



And if you've made it right you'll know it



It's not like anything you've made before



And if you've made it wrong you'll know it



'Cause it won't keep you coming back for more



I didn't get it from my grandma's book upon the shelf



I didn't get it from a magical and culinary elf



No, a little birdie told me you can't make it by yourself



And that's the recipe for making love