Cimmeron

Ring, ring, telephone ring
Somebody said "Baby what you doin'?"
I been wondering where you been
Now and then, I think about you and me
No use fighting '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...
Let the telephone ring.

Ring, ring, doorbell ring
Baby, come on in; got James Taylor on the stereo.
I'm glad you've come around,
Been feeling down, just taling 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...
Let the doorbell ring.

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
Swear you never looked so dog-gone pretty!
Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand
Before the preacher man.
Let the wedding bells ring

Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand
Before the preacher man.
Let the wedding bells ring