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