| He’s a clown, he’s a whore
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| He’s rotten to the core
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| His desires have no law
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| He may have come across your face before
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| Here comes Mr Nastytime
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| He’ll make you feel so fine
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| Here comes Mr Nastytime
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| To take you for a filthy ride
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| He’s bad to the bone
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| He wants to take you home
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| He’ll put champagne in your glass
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| And cocaine up your arse
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| You know you want it
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| Come on and love it
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| Here comes Mr Nastytime
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| He’ll make you feel so fine
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| Here comes Mr Nastytime
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| To take you for a filthy ride
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| Look out, look out
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| Here comes Mr Nastytime
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| He’ll treat you to another line
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| He takes delight in the obscene
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| We know exactly where he’s been
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| He wants to get you high
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| And has porno on his mind
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| It feels so right to be so wrong
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| Come sing Mr Nastytime’s song
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| Slip on that outfit baby
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| Get on your knees and drive him crazy
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| Here comes Mr Nastytime
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| He’ll make you feel so fine
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| Here comes Mr Nastytime
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| To take you for a filthy ride
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| Look out, look out
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| Here comes Mr Nastytime
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| He’ll treat you to another line
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| He takes delight in the obscene
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| We know exactly where he’s been
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| Look out, look out
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| He leaves a trail of broken hearts
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| He’ll max out your credit card
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| He’ll tell you lies to fuel your dreams
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| But all he’ll leave you with is cream
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| Nasty |