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Ring, ring, telephone ring |
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Somebody said, "Baby, what'cha doing?" |
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I've been wondering where you've been |
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Now and then I think about you and me |
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No use fighting about things we can't recall |
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'Cause it don't matter now at all |
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Just come on home and baby, we'll laugh and sing |
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And we'll make love, and let the telephone ring |
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Ring, ring, doorbell, ring |
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Baby, come on in, I got Mel Blanc on the radio |
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I'm glad you came around |
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Been feeling down, talking to Tony and Mario |
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You know they make good conversation |
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Still it ain't no conciliation |
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'Cause I got love and baby, I'll give you some |
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And if somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring |
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I said ring, ring, golden ring around the sun |
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Around your pretty finger |
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Ring, ring, voices ring with a happy tune |
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Anybody can be a singer |
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The sun comes up across the city |
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I swear you never looked so young and pretty |
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Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand |
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With the preacher man, let the wedding bell ring |
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Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand |
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With the preacher man, let the wedding bell ring |
