Nine Ways To Sunday 
 
You got something inside, I see those pistols in your eyes
Don't shoot me baby, try to understand, don't take advantage of a unarmed man
 
I'm falling in your arms
You're the sweetest little one
 
Now you just stay right over there, you don't mind if I stare
Now walk to me baby, let me see, I like those things that you're not doing to me
 
I'm falling in your arms
You're the sweetest little mid-summer storm cuz it's
Ni ni ni ni ni- ni ni ni ni ni
Nine ways to Sunday baby up one side and down the other
 
Now I'm lookin right at you, and I'm lookin straight through
Don't worry baby, you got nothing to lose
Don't be singing those fraidy cat blues
 
I'm falling in your arms
You're the sweetest little mid-summer storm cuz it's
Ni ni ni ni ni- ni ni ni ni ni 
Nine ways to Sunday baby up one side and down the other
 
I can't believe it could be so sweet
It's like a dream, something from a movie scene, everything I ever needed, right in front of me. Let's go!