Met this girl down by the vine Had long tan legs and deep 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 She said, don't you worry, don't you fray I got 24 ounces of pumbae Can we work it out, you don't have to be alone She said, 9 to 5, I'm killin' time But 24, 7, 3, 6, 5 Might have to be where I feel your sunshine 1 to 2, step 3, step 4 She's everywhere out on that dance floor She's everything you could ever want and more She said, boy, these are the terms to play If you hit them on there is no way We could ever be what you plan to be, yeah She said, girl, I set the record straight I got shells of them, just go press play We could spin it all, you don't have to be alone She said, 9 to 5, I'm killin' time But 24, 7, 3, 6, 5 Might have to be where I feel your sunshine From the scent of my surprise She comes to me and locks my eyes 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 in mine, you know that won't get you far 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, 9 to 5, I'm killin' time But 24, 7, 3, 6, 5 Might have to be where I feel your sunshine