I got a little change in my pocket, going jing-a-ling-a-lingWants to call you on the telephone, baby, give you a ringBut each time we talk, I get the same old thingAlways no hug, nuggies, even till I get a wedding ringMy honey, my baby, don't put my love upon a shelfHe says, don't hand me no lines and keep your ass to yourselfBaby, baby, baby, why you won't treat me this wayYou know I'm still your lover, girl, I still feel the same wayThat's when you told me the story about free milk and a cowHe said, no, no kissing till you get a wedding vowMy honey, my baby, don't put my love upon a shelfHe says, don't hand me no lines and keep your ass to yourselfHe said, don't hand me no lines and keep your ass to yourselfYou see, I wanted for real bad, and I was about to give inThat's when he started talking about true love, started talking about sinI said, honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my lifeHe says, no hugging, no kissing till I make you my wifeMy honey, my baby, don't put my love upon a shelfMy baby, don't put my love upon a shelfSaid don't hate me, no liesAnd keep your house to yourselfI got a jam in my pocket goingJing-a-ling-a-lingWhat's the call on the telephone, baby?Give it awayBut each time we talk, I get the same old thingAlways no hurry, no easyUntil I get away and bangMy honey, my babyDon't put my love upon a shelfSaid don't hate me, no liesAnd keep your house to yourself