Ring, ring, telephone ring.
Somebody said, "Baby what’cha doin’?"
I been wondering 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. 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 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,
And if somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring.
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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 comin’ 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 weddin’ bells ring.

Oh-ohhh, hand in hand,
We'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man.
Let the weddin’ bells ring.

E. Reeves, A. Harvey