Keep Your Hands To Yourself

I got a little change in my pocket goin' jangle-angle-ang
Gonna call you on the telephone, gonna give you a ring
But each time we talk, I get the same ol' thing:
'No huggy, no kissy till you get a weddin' ring'

I said: 'My honey, my baby,
'Don't keep my love up on no shelf'
She said: 'Don't gimme no lines,
'An' keep your hands to yourself'

Yeah, I said: 'Now, baby, baby, baby, don't you treat me this way
'I'm still your lover-boy; I still feel the same way'
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk in a cow:
She said 'No huggy, no kissy till we get a weddin' vow'

I said: 'My honey, my baby,
'Don't keep my love up on no shelf'
She said: 'Don't gimme no lines,
'An' keep your hands to yourself'

Yeah, I said I wanted her real bad, an' I was about to give in,
That's when she talked about true love an' she started talkin 'bout sin
I said: 'Well, honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life'
She said 'No huggy, no kissy till you make me your wife'

I said: 'But honey, my baby,
'Don't keep my love up on no shelf'
She said: 'Don't gimme no lines,
'An' keep your hands to yourself'
'Don't gimme no lines,
'An' keep your hands to yourself'

(Hey, hey)