Too Fly

Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh She's the love of my life She's my eighth grade English teacher up in paradise One red McIntosh a day I'm sure will suffice I dig her class And that's why I pass And when she wears that dark black skirt, I like to watch her While she turns around and smiles when she catches my glance Don't she know that causes bulges in my pants? Like a dirty dance I wish I was a Roman Oh, she's too fly For my eyes but I'm still looking She's too fly, can't lie [?] stay down [?]