Lyrics

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

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bridge:
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

(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Oh, well

Make a sound and I'll make you feel right, Right at home, yeah
Yeah, right at home, yeah

(chorus)