Rings

Ring, ring, telephone rings Somebody says, "Baby, what you doing?" I've been wondering where you've been Now and then I think about you and me There's no use fighting 'bout things we can't recall 'Cause it don't matter, girl, 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 the Allman Brothers on the stereo I'm glad you came around I've been feeling down talking to Tony and Mario You know, they make good conversation But girl, that ain't no consolation 'Cause I got love, and 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 comes 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 And let the wedding bell ring Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man And let the wedding bell ring Oh-oh-oh, hand in hand We'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man And let the wedding bell ring