Ring, ring, telephone ring Somebody says, baby, what you're doin'? I've been wonderin' where you've been And now and then I think about you and me
No use, fight about things we can't recall It don't matter now at all Just come on in Baby, we'll laugh and sing, we'll make love, let the telephone ring
Ring, ring, doorbell ring Baby, come on in, got Merle Haggard on the stereo I'm glad you've come around I been feelin' down just talkin' to Johnny and Billy Joe
You know they make good conversation Still it ain't no consolation 'Cause I've got love Baby, I'll give you some, if somebody comes let the doorbell ring
Ring, ring, golden ring Around the sun, around your pretty finger Ring, ring, voices ring With a happy tune anybody could be a singer
The sun comes 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 ringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
