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My Doorbell

The white stripes - My doorbell

I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it. Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it. Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell. Oh, well!!!

Well whim in and chip in me kisses. Not the man in my life i know, And I been goin to Mystery Miss'. I respect the art at the show. Take back what you said little girl. And while youre at it take yourself back too. Well I'm tired of sittin and waitin. And woman, whatcha gonna do now, whatcha gonna do about it.

I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it. Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it. Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell. Oh, well!!!

You don't seem to come around. Point your finger and make a sound. You don't seem to come around. Knock knock since you knocked it down? Oh, well! Make a sound and I'll make you feel right. Right at home, yeah! Yeah, right at home, yeah!

Now you got me waitin' in pain, But how come it's so easy to you? You don't strike me as the type to be careless
But your words seem so obtuse. But then again I know you feel guilty. And you tell me you want me again. But I don't need any of your pity I got plenty of my own friends' They're all above me

And I've been thinkin' about the doorbell. When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it. Yeah, I've been thinkin' about the doorbell. When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it oh. I've been thinkin' about the doorbell. When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it. Yeah, I been thinkin' about the doorbell! Oh, well!!!

They don't seem to come around. Push the finger and make a sound. They don't seem to come around. Maybe they they'll knock 'em down. Oh, well! Make a sound and I'll make you feel right. Right at home. Right at home!!!

I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it. Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it. Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell. Oh, well!!!

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