Rings

Ring, ring telephone rings

Somebody says baby what you doin'

I've been wonderin' where you've been

Now and then I think about you and me

There's no use fighting about 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, door bell 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 door bell ring

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