Rings Songtext
von Cymarron

Rain, rain, telephone ring
Somebody said "Baby, what you doing?"
I′ve been wondering where you been
Now and then I think about you and me
No use fighting about 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, we got James Taylor on the stereo
I′m glad you′ve come around
I've been feeling down just talking 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
Sun coming up across the city
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