Ring My Bell
At two in the morning he rings my bell.
Doesn't he know it's a little early?
I hope he has something he wants to sell.
Should I be afraid, possibly worry?
There's someone at my door knocking loudly.
Doesn't he know it's a little early?
I will comb my messy hair, strut proudly,
Sheepishly grin and welcome him inside.
There's someone at my door knocking loudly.
There is no better way, my time to abide.
Turn the lights down low and climb back in bed.
Sheepishly grin and welcome him inside.
There are all sorts of thoughts swirling my head.
He is holding my favorite flowers.
Turn the lights down low and climb back in bed.
Even thought the weather brought rain showers,
At two in the morning he rings my bell.
He is holding my favorite flowers.
I hope he has something he wants to sell.
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