Keep Your Hands To Yourself

I got a little change in my pocket going ching-a-ling-a-ling
Wanna call you on the telephone, baby, 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, dont put my love upon no shelf
She said, 'Dont hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself'

Ooh, baby, baby, baby, why you gonna treat me this way?
You know Im still your loverboy, I still feel the same way
Thats 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, dont put my love upon no shelf
She said, 'Dont hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself'

You see, I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in
Thats when she started talking about true love, started talking about sin
I said, 'Honey, Ill 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, dont put my love upon no shelf
She said, 'Dont hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself'