Cymarron - Rings Lyrics
Ring, ring, telephone ringsSomebody said, "Baby won't you do it?"I been wondering where you beenNow and then, I think about you and meNo use in' 'bout things we can't recallIt don't matter now at allllll,Just come on home: Baby we'll laugh and singWe'll make love, we'll let the telephone ring'Ring, ring, doorbell ring'Baby come on in, got James Taylor on the stereoI'm glad you've come around, I've been feelin' downJust talkin' to Tony and MarioYou know they make good conversation,Still it ain't no consolationCause I got love, baby I'll give you someAnd if somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ringSaid 'Ring, ring, golden ringAround the sun, around your pretty finger''Ring, ring, voices ringWith a happy tune, anybody can be a singer'The sun come up across the cityI swear you never looked so doggone prettyHand in hand,We'll stand upon the sandWith the preacher manLet the wedding bells ringOh-ohhh, hand in handWe'll stand upon the sandWith the preacher manLet the wedding bells ring...
