Back when I was working in dairy country, one of my coworkers had been dating a rather cultured and reserved local farmer's daughter. One day he shows up, announces his engagement, then proceeds to recount what she had said about his "not getting free milk from a cow."
None of us expected to hear that sort of thing out of her, so there was a stunned microsecond before we all busted out laughing. She was no 'Tiffany,' but she was no fool.
Georgia Satellites. One of the best songs ever!
‘Keep Your Hands to Yourself’
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”
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”