I got a little change in my pocket goin' jangle-angle-ang.
Gonna call you on the telephone, gonna give you a ring.
But each time we talk, I get the same ol' thing:
"No huggy, no kissy till you get a weddin' ring."
I said: "My honey, my baby,
"Don't keep my love up on no shelf."
She said: "Don't gimme no lines,
"An' keep your hands to yourself."
Yeah, I said: "Now, baby, baby, baby, don't you treat me this way.
"I'm still your lover-boy; I still feel the same way."
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk in a cow:
She said "No huggy, no kissy till we get a weddin' vow."
I said: "My honey, my baby,
"Don't keep my love up on no shelf."
She said: "Don't gimme no lines,
"An' keep your hands to yourself."
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Yeah, I said I wanted her real bad, an' I was about to give in,
That's when she talked about true love an' she started talkin 'bout sin.
I said: "Well, honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life."
She said "No huggy, no kissy till you make me your wife."
I said: "But honey, my baby,
"Don't keep my love up on no shelf."
She said: "Don't gimme no lines,
"An' keep your hands to yourself."
"Don't gimme no lines,
"An' keep your hands to yourself."
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