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"