A log thrown on the fire
Two profiles met as one
One, the igniting of desire in the air

But when there's just one profile
And yet desire grows
Despite the fact there's no one else to care

Must romance be abandoned as it's fanning it's own flame?
Raging to burst full blown? No

There's a special kind of bliss
Not engendered by a kiss
Surreptitiously indulged in less well known

For whеn one cannot make love
With anothеr
One can still make love alone

There's a certain special magic
To the touch of your own hand and a special thrill
Knowing that you will
For sure soon be feeling grand

And a tender swell of rapture
You don't have to try to postpone
That's what it's like
When you're making love alone
Oh, the sweet, sweet sound of your own breathing
As the sky turns pale pink to hot
And a special thrill knowing that you will
Not catch God-only-know-what

It's the kind of love that fits hand in glove
And burst like a bubble full blown
That's what it's like
When you're making love alone

Who can describe the special sweetness of knowing
The speed that you're going is right?
And is there anything as thrilling as trying to keep
The book open to page 24 all night?

How reassuring to know that it's finally time to go
That you'll still be there when you leave
And as dawn is breaking, you hear yourself making
A date for New Year's Eve

It's the kind of love that fits hand in glove
Especially when the glove is your own

For the date who you can't see their faces
The one who knows all the best places
Who'll never ask your sign on the telephone
No no no signs
Due to simple magic of making love
Not taking, faking or mistaking love
But the simple magic of making love alone
Save on cologne
That's what it's like when you're making love alone
Oh, alone