24 / 7 / 365 - Surfaces

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