Met, this girl down by the vine
Had long tan legs and big brown eyes
Seemed the type I would wanna make mine
She said: I can tell you're not my type
You're Mr. Wrong, I'm Mrs. Right
This could never be what you wanna be tonight
I said: Don't you worry, don't you fray
I've got twenty-four ounces of Bombay
Can we work it out? You don't have to be alone
She said: Nine to five, I'm killing time
But twenty-four-seven, three-six-five
I'd have to be where I feel your sunshine
One to two-step, three-step, four
She's everywhere out on the dance floor
She's everything you could ever want and more
She said: Boy, these are the terms to play
If you hit and run, there is no way
We could ever be what you plan to be, ayy, ayy
I said: Girl, I'll set the record straight
I’ve got shelves of them, just go press play
We could spin it all, you don't have to be alone
She said: Nine to five, I'm killing time
But twenty-four-seven, three-six-five
I'd have to be where I feel your sunshine
From the sand, to my surprise
She comes to me and locks my eye
Says: Boy, you know what, I guess you're alright
She said: I don't mean to make this hard
But trust me, boy, I've got these scars
If you hit and run, you know that won't get you far
I said: Girl, you've got it set in stone
If you lay the mat, I'll call you home
I'll make you mine and you'll never be alone
She said: Nine to five, I'm killing time
But twenty-four-seven, three-six-five
I'd have to be where I feel your sunshine
