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The Calling Keep Your Hands To Yourself
I got a little change in my pocket Goin ching-a-ling-a-ling Wanna call you on the telephone, baby Give you a ring But each time we talk I get the same old thing Always, "No huggee, no kissee Until I get a wedding ring." Oh, my honey, my baby Don't put my love upon no shelf She said, "Don't hand me no lines And keep your hands to yourself."
B-b-baby, baby, baby Why you treat me this way? You know I'm still your loverboy I still feel the same way Thats when she told me a story About free milk and a cow She said, "No huggee, no kissee Until I get a wedding vow." Oh, my honey, my baby Don't put my love upon no shelf She said, "Don't hand me no lines And keep your hands to yourself."
See I wanted her real bad And I was about to give in Thats when she started talking about true love Started talking about sin I said, "Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life." She said, "No huggee, no kissee Until you make me a wife." Oh, my honey, my baby Don't put my love upon no shelf She said, "Don't hand me no lines And keep your hands to yourself."
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