Not That Kinda Gal

Why, Dr. Skinner! What makes you think anything is gonna happen between us?
I think you have the wrong idea about me
I know my reputation is that I'm an awful flirt
'Cause I smile 'n' I bat my eyes 'n' like to swish my skirt
But unless you eat dinner, you ain't gettin' no dessert
'Cause I'm not that kinda gal
Okay, that's good to hear, because you are way too young—
From the day I was born, my papa warned me 'bout romance
Taught me all men're wolves and don't deserve a second glance
So I'm kinda disgusted by whatever's in yer pants!
'Cause I'm not that kinda gal!
All the Janes 'n' Pats 'n' Jills 'n' Megs
May have welcome mats between their legs
They will freely give you all they've got
But will I?
Decidedly not!
So yer flowers 'n' yer finery can stay up on the shelf
I don't sell off my chastity for poetry and pelf
There are parts of my body I don't even show myself
'Cause I'm not that kinda gal
I'm not that kinda gal!
Tee hee!