Met this girl down by the vine
Had long tan legs and big brown eyes
She said I can tell you're not my type
You're Mr. Wrong, I'm Mrs. Right
what you wanna be tonight
I said don't you worry, don't you fray
I've got twenty-four ounces of Bombay
You don't have to be alone
One to two-step, three-step, four
She's everywhere out on the dance floor
She's everything you could ever want
She said boy, these are the terms to play
If you hit and run, there is no way
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
you don't have to be alone
From the sand, to my surprise
She comes to me and locks my eye
She said I don't mean to make this hard
But trust me, boy, I've got these scars
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
and you'll never be alone
