I've got too much time on my hands
I've got too much time on my hands

When the hands on the clock 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

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



Lyrics submitted by paco_

2 Much Time On My Hands song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain