Rings

Ring, ring, telephone rings
Somebody says, "Baby, what you doing?"
I've been wondering where you've been
Now and then I think about you and me

There's no use fighting 'bout things we can't recall
'Cause it don't matter, girl, at all

Just come on home, and baby we'll laugh and sing
And we'll make love, and let the telephone ring

Ring, ring, doorbell ring
Baby, come on in, I got the Allman Brothers on the stereo
I'm glad you came around
I've been feeling down talking to Tony and Mario

You know, they make good conversation
But girl, that ain't no consolation

'Cause I got love, and baby, I'll give you some
And if somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring

Said ring, ring, golden ring
Around the sun, around your pretty finger
Ring, ring, voices ring
With a happy tune, anybody can be a singer

The sun comes up across the city
I swear you never looked so dog gone pretty

Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man
And let the wedding bell ring

Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man
And let the wedding bell ring

Oh-oh-oh, hand in hand
We'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man
And let the wedding bell ring



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Harvey, Eddie Reeves
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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