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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