Sounds of the Seventies [1989] (compilation series) - Rings lyrics

Ring, ring, telephone ring Somebody says, "Baby whatcha doin'?" I been wonderin' where you been Now and then, I think about you and me 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 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 come 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 If somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring I 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 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