Versuri

There's no confusion 
In her conclusion 
She wants to waste my time 
And that's no delusion 
 
Her final decision 
Is perfection and precision 
She's grade 'A' class 
Number one in her division 
 
'Cos she's on it 
'Cos she's on it 
 
She acts like a nag 
I don't know how it started 
Even when i'm chillin' 
She acts retarded 
 
It's gets annoyin' 
So high on the tip 
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt 
She'd be hard on his ship 
 
'Cos she's on it 
'Cos she's on it 
 
Cold chillin' in the spot 
And she won't stop 
She'll do what's best 
Just to reach the top 
 
She studies real hard 
All night she'll cram 
In school she majors in 
Advanced Def Jam 
 
'Cos she's on it 
'Cos she's on it 
 
'Cos she's on it 
'Cos she's on it 
 
'Cos she's on it 
'Cos she's on it 
 
She's cold in the winter 
And cool like ice 
Sometimes she gets ruse, 
Sometimes she gets nice 
 
Her heart starts beatin' 
Her hands get clammy 
I'm supposed to be the hunk 
Now she's on my jammie 
 
'Cos she's on it 
'Cos she's on it 
 
Her bedroom eyes 
They start to twitch 
But she won't frown 
'Cos she's got that itch 
 
She'd drop to her knees 
If we'd only say "Please" 
Instead of countin' sheep 
Cold countin' Beasties 
 
'Cos she's on it 
'Cos she's on it 
'Cos she's on it