Rings
Composer(s): Eddie Reeves; Alex Harvey
Performer(s): Cymarron;
and various other artists



Ring Ring telephone ring
Somebody said "Baby whatcha doing?"
I've been wondering how you've been
every 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
baby come on home
and maybe we'll laugh and sing
we'll make love, and let the telephone ring

Ring Ring doorbell ring
Baby come on in
I got James Taylor on the radio
I'm glad you came around
Been feeling down talking to Tony and Mario

You know they make good conversation
Still it ain't no consolation
Baby I got love
And maybe I'll give you some
and if somebody comes
we'll let the doorbell ring

Ring Ring golden ring
Around the sun, around your pretty finger
Ring Ring let the voices ring
with a happy tune anybody can be a singer

The sun comes up across the city
I swear you never looked so young and pretty
Hand in hand

We'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man
Let the wedding bells ring
and let the telephone ring
and let the doorbell ring