I got a little change in my pocket
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Goin ching-a-ling-a-ling
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Wanna call you on the telephone, baby
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Give you a ring
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But each time we talk
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I get the same old thing
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Always, "No huggee, no kissee
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Until I get a wedding ring."
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Oh, my honey, my baby
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Don't put my love upon no shelf
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She said, "Don't hand me no lines
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And keep your hands to yourself."
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B-b-baby, baby, baby
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Why you you gonna treat me this way?
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You know I'm still your loverboy
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I still feel the same way
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Thats when she told me a story
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About free milk and a cow
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She said, "No huggee, no kissee
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Until I get a wedding vow."
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Oh, my honey, my baby
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Don't put my love upon no shelf
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She said, "Don't hand me no lines
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And keep your hands to yourself."
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See I wanted her real bad
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And I was about to give in
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Thats when she started talking about true love
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Started talking about sin
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I said, "Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life."
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She said, "No huggee, no kissee
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Until you make me a wife."
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Oh, my honey, my baby
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Don't put my love upon no shelf
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She said, "Don't hand me no lines
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And keep your hands to yourself."
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Keep Your Hands To Yourself
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| The Calling |
