oh she s an eight ball she s a rollin faster than a whitewall she s got an avalanche packed in a snowball she s losin all the leeches like a stone wall she s loaded up she s the underdog gonna take a mighty swipe at the high hog while a sippin on her tricks in a thick fog makin eyes at the girls like bullfrogs i m telling you sir she s comin up from comin up from comin up comin up from behind yeah she s comin up from comin up from comin up comin up from behind you d like her hanging like a sneaker on a live wire dangling while your wall street pockets are jangling with the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games it s a long shot she s got the truths and a tongue for a slingshot but she s takin steady aim at the big shot it s hard to miss the rolling bullets on the blacktop you better watch your turf she s comin up from comin up from comin up comin up from behind yeah she s comin up from comin up from comin up comin up from behind you had her hanging like a sneaker on a live wire dangling while your golden lined pockets were jangling with the hollow jackpot of your wicked games she caught your sick lie it was creepin in the shadow of your white smile lurkin underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes well you re greasin up plans for your small fry you wanna talk it up do you well you re floatin like a royal balloon oh your ego s swollen to the size of the moon well i think you found somebody to cut you down to size well well yeah she s comin up from comin up from comin up comin up from behind yeah she s comin up from comin up from comin up comin up from behind she s comin up from comin up from comin up comin up from behind yeah she s comin up from comin up from comin up comin up from behind