I Don't Want Her

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