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From uunet!wupost!uwm.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon Tue Jun 23 14:33:43 PDT 1992
Article: 285 of alt.guitar.tab
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From: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com (Glen Macon)
Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab
Subject: keep yo hands to your self
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Date: 23 Jun 92 14:15:58 GMT
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Reply-To: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com (Glen Macon)
Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA
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KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOUR SELF
I got a little change in my pocket goin' jing a ling a ling
Gonna call you on the telephone baby and give you a ring
But each time I try I get the same old thing always
no huggy no kissy till I get a wedding ring
Now honny now baby don't put my love opon no shelf
(no chord)
don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to your self
Now baby baby baby why you treat me this way
now I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way
That's when she told me the story bout free milk and a cow
Now huggy no kissy till I get a wedding ring
Now honny now baby don't put my love opon no shelf
(no chord)
don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to your self
Ya see I wanted real bad and I was about to give in
that's when she started talkin about true love started talkin bout sin
I said honey I'll live with ya for the rest of my life
She said no huggy no kissy till you make me your wife
Now honny now baby don't put my love opon no shelf
(no chord) A D A E A
don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to your self
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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.