If I was mummified

Buried underground

I'd be a millionare

If I was petrified

My body turned to stone

I'd be afraid to walk home

Call it good luck

The right place in time

Call it a stroke of genius

Through my window pane

She comes creeping through



Sunshine, she's from Heaven

Sunshine, Wide Awake At 7

What do I do to keep her

All couped up alone in my room



If I was Rakim

I'd have a gold chain

That costs more than I could make

If I was sensitive, I'd be so sensitive

That I could never relate

Doesn't matter now, It didn't matter then

Patience is wearing thin

If I was popular, I'd only talk to her



- chorus -



You come around, you crazy intellectual you do

You make a sound, I take 9 steps to you



* repeat 1st verse *

* repeat chorus *