Rings - Lobo

Ring, ring, telephone ring

Somebody says, «Baby whatcha doin'?»

I 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 and 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

If somebody comes, we’ll let the doorbell ring

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 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 wedding bells ring

Oh, hand in hand we’ll stand upon the sand

With the preacher man, let the wedding bells ring