Keep Your Hands to Yourself Songtext

von Georgia Satellites

I got a little change in my pocket going chinga-linga-ling
Want to call you on the telephone, baby - I give you a ring
Each time we talk I get the same old thing
Always "no huggin', no kissin' until I get a wedding ring!"
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said," Don't gimme no lines - and keep your hands to yourself."

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Cruel baby, baby, babe - why you want treat me this way
You know I'm still your loverboy - I still feel the same way
That's when she told me the story 'bout free-milking a cow
And said "no huggin', no kissin' until I get a wedding vow!"
My honey, my baby ...

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You see I wanted her real bad - and I was about to give in
That's when she started talking about true love
Started talking about sin - I said
"Honey, I live with you for the rest of my life
She said: "No huggin', no kissin' until you make me your wife!"
My honey, my baby ...

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