Rings

Ring, ring, telephone rings

Somebody said, "Baby won't you do it?"

I been wondering where you been

Now and then, I think about you and me

No use fight'n 'bout things we can't recall

It don't matter now at all

Just come on home, baby we'll laugh and sing

We'll make love, we'll let the telephone ring

Ring, ring, doorbell ring

Baby come on in, got James Taylor on the stereo

I'm glad you've come around, I've been feelin' down

Just talkin' to Tony and Mario

You know they make good conversation

Still it ain't no consolation

'Cause I got love, 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 come up across the city

I swear you never looked so doggone pretty

Hand in hand

We'll stand upon the sand

With the preacher man

Let the wedding bells ring

Oh, ohh, hand in hand

We'll stand upon the sand

With the preacher man

Let the wedding bells ring