Keep Your Hands To Yourself

I got a little change in my pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling
Most 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 wan' 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

Go, man, go
Over here

You see, I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in
Oh, that's when she started talking about true love, started talking 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 a 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