2 Much Time On My Hands Songtext

Well honey, none of that matters when you are near, my child



It doesn't matter at all

It doesn't matter at all



I've got too much time on my hands

I've got too much time on my hands



I meet you at a swimming party at my best friend's apartment complex

And I tried to play it cool when I talked to you
But all you kept talking about was this hot sex you had with your ex boyfriend

Then you call me up on the telephone

And said let's go to the drive in movie show

And I tell you that I got no where else to go

And thanks for inviting

And then off we go

And the actors on the screen move so slowly

The cigarette refuses to burn

Well honey, none of that matters when you are near, my child



It doesn't matter at all

It doesn't matter at all

It doesn't matter at all



I've got too much time on my hands

I've got too much time on my hands

I've got too much time on my hands

I've got too much time on my hands