Текст песни The Calling - Keep Your Hands To Yourself
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I got a little change in my pocketGoin ching-a-ling-a-lingWanna call you on the telephone, babyGive you a ringBut each time we talkI get the same old thingAlways, "No huggee, no kisseeUntil I get a wedding ring."Oh, my honey, my babyDon`t put my love upon no shelfShe said, "Don`t hand me no linesAnd keep your hands to yourself."B-b-baby, baby, babyWhy you treat me this way?You know I`m still your loverboyI still feel the same wayThats when she told me a storyAbout free milk and a cowShe said, "No huggee, no kisseeUntil I get a wedding vow."Oh, my honey, my babyDon`t put my love upon no shelfShe said, "Don`t hand me no linesAnd keep your hands to yourself."See I wanted her real badAnd I was about to give inThats when she started talking about true loveStarted talking about sinI said, "Honey, I`ll live with you for the rest of my life."She said, "No huggee, no kisseeUntil you make me a wife."Oh, my honey, my babyDon`t put my love upon no shelfShe said, "Don`t hand me no linesAnd keep your hands to yourself."