Rings Songtext

von Cymarron

Ring, ring, telephone rings
Somebody said, Baby, whatcha doing

I been wondering where you been
Now and then
I think about you and me

No use fighting
'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
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 feeling down
Just talking 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 comin' 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, oh, oh, hand in hand
We'll stand upon the sand
(Upon the sand, upon the sand)
With the preacher man
Let the wedding bells ring
Aaaaaah, aah, aaaaaah