Oh, here she comes again, Ms. Nasty Walking like the princess of the ball Avoiding all the jealous girls She thinks that all the boys Are waiting on her beck and call Why in the world has she singled me out As the object of her dirty lust What can I say to make sure there's no doubt That she fills me with utter disgust Please tell me 'cause I don't want her telephone number I don't want to give her a call Forget about the flowers And the chocolate covered candy 'Cause I don't even want her at all Come here and put your arms around me If only so she'll see me holding you I've tried a hundred million ways Of giving her the hint But she still hasn't gotten a clue