Keep Your Hands To Yourself Songtext / Lyric

I got a little change in my pocket going chinga-linga-ling
Want to call you on the telephone, baby - I give you a ring
Each time I talk - I get the same old thing
With the "hooky-dooky-C" - and then I get a wedding ring
My honey, my baby - don`t put my love upon no shelf
She said," Don`t gimme no lines - and keep your hands to yourself.

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Uuh, baby, baby, baby - why you want treat me this way
You know I`m still your loverboy - I still feel the same way
That`s when she told me the story `bout free-milking cow
Said no "hooky-dooky" scene until I get a wedding vow
My honey, my baby ...

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You see I wanted her real bad - and I was about to give in
But that`s when she started talking about true love
Started talking about sin - I said
"Honey, I live with you for the rest of my life
She said," No hooky-dooky-C" until you make me your wife
My honey, my baby ...

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