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Well, I got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling |
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Want to call you on the telephone, baby, and give you a ring |
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But each time we talk, I get the same old thing |
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Always no huggin', no kissin' until I get a wedding ring |
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Well, my honey, my baby, don't put my love upon on shelf |
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She said, "Don't hand me no lines |
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And keep your hands to yourself" |
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But baby baby baby, why you treat me this way? |
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You know I'm still your lover boy, I still feel the same way |
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That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow |
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She said, "No huggin', no kissin', until I get a wedding vow" |
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My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon on shelf |
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She said, "Don't hand me no lines |
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And keep your hands to yourself" |
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You see I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in |
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That's when she started talkin' about true love started talkin' about sin |
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I said, "Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life" |
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She said, "No huggin', no kissin' until you make me your wife" |
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My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon on shelf |
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She said, "Don't hand me no lines |
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And keep your hands to yourself" |
