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Ring, ring, telephone rings |
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Somebody said, "Baby won't you do it?" |
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I been wondering where you been |
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Now and then, I think about you and me |
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No use fight'n 'bout things we can't recall |
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It don't matter now at all |
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Just come on home, baby we'll laugh and sing |
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We'll make love, we'll let the telephone ring |
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Ring, ring, doorbell ring |
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Baby come on in, got James Taylor on the stereo |
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I'm glad you've come around, I've been feelin' down |
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Just talkin' to Tony and Mario |
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You know they make good conversation |
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Still it ain't no consolation |
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'Cause I got love, baby I'll give you some |
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And if somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring |
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Said, ring, ring, golden ring |
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Around the sun, around your pretty finger |
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Ring, ring, voices ring |
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With a happy tune, anybody can be a singer |
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The sun come up across the city |
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I swear you never looked so doggone pretty |
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Hand in hand |
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We'll stand upon the sand |
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With the preacher man |
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Let the wedding bells ring |
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Oh, ohh, hand in hand |
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We'll stand upon the sand |
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With the preacher man |
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Let the wedding bells ring |
