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