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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
Path: nevada.edu!uunet!wupost!uwm.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon
From: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com (Glen Macon)
Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab
Subject: keep yo hands to your self
Message-ID: <32398@cbmvax.commodore.com>
Date: 23 Jun 92 14:15:58 GMT
Sender: news@cbmvax.commodore.com
Reply-To: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com (Glen Macon)
Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA
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KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOUR SELF
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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
D
But each time I try I get the same old thing always
A
no huggy no kissy till I get a wedding ring
E A
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
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Now baby baby baby why you treat me this way
now I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way
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That's when she told me the story bout free milk and a cow
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Now huggy no kissy till I get a wedding ring
E A
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
A
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
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I said honey I'll live with ya for the rest of my life
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She said no huggy no kissy till you make me your wife
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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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