Baby, don’t you tell me what you dreamed last night.
Don’t you tell me what you were holding tight.
Save it for later, later on.
If you tell me your dreams you’ll make me spill the beans
I was saving for later on.

Baby, don’t you tell me what you’re thinking of,
when you’re thinking about making love.
Save it for later, later on.
If you tell me your thoughts you’ll make me untie the knots,
I was saving for later on.

Chorus:
You know the poet said that ripeness is all,
and if you run too fast, you’re bound to fall.
Floor your pedal ,you may lose your load.
Rev too high, you might explode.

Oh baby, don’t you stand so near.
Don’t you whisper darlin’ n my ear.
Save it for later, later on.
If you talk that talk you’ll make me walk the walk
I was saving for later on.