"Man, that Saotome guy got it all!"

Nabiki looked up. She was sitting on the lawn behind Fuurinkan High, enjoying the all too short break, basking in the summer sun. The speaker was a boy, situated a few feet to her left, with some other boys, all of them a year below her.

"Yeah," answered one of his companions, "not only he's got Akane all to himself, she even cooks for him."

Nabiki looked over at the focus of their attention. Akane was sitting under a tree with Ranma, looking at him expectantly. Ranma, on the other hand, was looking at what he held in his hands: the lunch that Akane had prepared for him.

"Oh, I don't know..." said a third boy, cautiously, "that doesn't have to be such a great thing."

Nabiki raised an eyebrow and looked closer at the boy. Ah, she recognized him. She had once, on his insistence, provided him with a sample of Akane's food - for a price, of course. She had warned him, since Dead Men Don't Pay Bills, but he had ignored her. She had found his stay in the hospital for the following week a fitting enough punishment.

Nabiki pulled out her walkman and put on the headphones. The last thing she heard was the first boy, saying, "That damn Saotome just doesn't appreciate what he has got. No wonder she always hits him." Then she pressed the 'play' button.

She offers you a meal;
There's no chance of appeal.
Nothing is new; She's often in this mood.
Watching and waiting.
Ooh, she's sitting with you, but your eyes are on her food.
So many have fought to get
what you have and now regret.
The girl is wild; Her hammer looms, gigantic in her grasp.
Spices that poison.
If you eat this all up,
you'll soon make your last gasp.

(O-oh, here she comes.)
Watch out, boy, she'll pound you flat.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
She's a manbeater.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
Watch out, boy, she'll pound you flat.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
She's a manbeater.

I wouldn't, if I were you.
I know what her food can do.
It's deadly, man; It could really kill you in the end.
Mind under mallet.
Ooh, the food is bad, but the hammer's in her hand!

(O-oh, here she comes.)
Watch out, boy, she'll pound you flat.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
She's a manbeater.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
Watch out, boy, she'll pound you flat.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
She's a manbeater.

Ooh,
O-oh, here she comes.
(Here she comes.)
Watch out, boy, she'll pound you flat.
Whoa, here she comes.
(Watch out.)
She's a manbeater.
O-oh, here she comes.
(She's a manbeater.)
Ooh, she'll pound you flat.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
Here she comes, she's a manbeater.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
(Watch out.)
She'll offer you a meal, ooh.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
Here she comes.
She's a manbeater.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
(She's a manbeater.)
The girl is wild, ooh.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
Here she comes.
Watch out, boy; watch out, boy.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
Oh, watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
Yeah, yeah, she's a manbeater.
(O-oh here she comes.)
(She's a manbeater.)
She's watching and waiting, ooh.
(O-oh, here she comes.)
O-oh, she's a manbeater.

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