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-