Reuben Howell
Reuben Howell - Rings lyrics
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Rings, rings, the telephone rings Somebody says "Baby whatcha doing? I've been wondering how you been Every now and then, well I think about you and me" No use fighting about the things we can't become It don't matter now at all Just come on home Baby we'll laugh and sing We'll make love and let the telephone ring Rings, rings the doorbell rings won't you come on in I got Jim Croce on the stereo I'm glad that you comin' round I've been feelin' down 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 If someone comes, let the doorbell ring Rings, rings, golden rings around the sun Around your pretty finger Rings, rings, the voices ring with a happy tune Anyone can be a singer Sun comes up across the city I swear you never look so doggone pretty Hand and hand upon the sand with the preacher man Let the wedding bells ring Hand and hand upon the sand with the preacher man Let the wedding bells ring