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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 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 then 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 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, but I guess you're alright
 She said I don't need 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