Rings

Ring, ring, telephone ring
 Somebody said, "Baby, what'cha doing?"
 I've been wondering where you've been
 Now and then I think about you and me
 No use fighting about things we can't recall
 'Cause it don't matter now at all
 Just come on home and baby, we'll laugh and sing
 And we'll make love, and let the telephone ring
 Ring, ring, doorbell, ring
 Baby, come on in, I got Mel Blanc on the radio
 I'm glad you came around
 I been feeling down, talking to Tony and Mario
 You know they make good conversation
 Still, it ain't no conciliation
 'Cause I got love and baby, I'll give you some
 And if somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring
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 I 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 comes up across the city
 And I swear you never looked so young and pretty
 Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand
 With the preacher man, let the wedding bells ring
 Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand
 With the preacher man, let the wedding bells ring