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