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