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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