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