Artist: lobo
Song: rings
Ring, ring, telephone ring
Somebody said, ?Baby what you doin'?"
I've been wonderin' where you've been
Now and then I think about you and me
There's 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 and 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 came 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 and if somebody comes
We'll let the doorbell ring
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 dog gone pretty
Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man, let the weddin' bells ring
Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man, let the weddin' bells ring
Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man, let the weddin' bells ring
