Keep Your Hands To Yourself

I got a little change in my pocket going jing-a-lang-a-ling
Want to call you on the telephone, baby - I give you a ring
But, each time we talk I get the same old thing:
Always, "No huggy, no kissy, 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"

Cruel baby, baby, baby, why you want to treat me this way?
You know, I'm still your lover boy - I still feel the same way
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow
And said, "No huggy, no kissy, 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"

See, I wanted her real bad, and I was about to give in
And that's when she started talkin' about true love, started talkin' about Sin
I said, "Honey, I live with you for the rest of my life"
She said, "No huggy, no kissy, 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"