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 *