Rings

Ring, ring, telephone ring, somebody said Baby, what ya doin', I've been wonderin' where you been Now and then I think about you and me No use fightin' '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 come around, I've been feelin' down Just talkin' 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 come 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 weddin' bells ring Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man Let the weddin' bells ring Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man Let the weddin' bells ring --- Rings - Lobo