Keep Your Hands To Yourself – The Georgia Satellites

I got a little change in my pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling
Most call you on the telephone, baby, I 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, don’t put my love upon no shelf
She said, “Don’t hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself”

Ooh, baby, baby, baby, why you wan’ treat me this way?
You know I’m still your loverboy, I still feel the same way
That’s 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, don’t put my love upon no shelf
She said, “Don’t hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself”

Go, man, go
Over here

You see, I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in
Oh, that’s when she started talking about true love, started talking about sin
I said, “Honey, I’ll 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, don’t put my love upon no shelf
She said, “Don’t hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself”