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

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