Keep Your Hands To Yourself: The Georgia Satellites
#2 in 1986
I got a little change in my pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling.
Gonna call you on the telephone, baby, I give you a ring.
But each time we talk I get the same old thing.
Always, no huggee, no kissee until I get a wedding ring.
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf...
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself."
Ooh baby, baby, baby, why you want to treat me this way?
You know I'm still your loverboy, I still feel the same way.
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow...
and said, no huggee, no kissee until I get a wedding vow.
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf...
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself."
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You see, I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in.
That's when she started talkin' about true love, started talkin' about sin.
I said, Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life.
She said, no huggee, no kissee until you make me your wife.
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf...
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself."
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(fade out)
An eighties smash from Kraziekhat.