| One woman down my street is, too hot for the average man
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| Hard to handle, a fire in her eyes
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| Wants the hot rocks right in her hand
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| I know she’s burning, hot with love
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| A come-on look and she ain’t fooling
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| And she knows just what it does
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| She gave me a number to make me fell fine
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| Said call me up baby
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| It’s gonna be 9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y.
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| You’re everything I need
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| 'Cause I want what you’re giving
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| I’m yours to do with what you please
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| N.A.S.T.Y., you’re everything I need
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| 'Cause I want what you’re giving
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| I’m yours to do with what you please
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| Ooh- no mama’s baby, this child
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| She’s a killer wrapped in high heel shoes
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| Touch the skin it burns like fire
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| I don’t even care if I’m being used
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| Threw me down and then she tore off my jeans
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| She said, come on baby, I mean business
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| I’m gonna show you what liberated means
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| Do it to me baby
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| I’m losing my mind
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| She said call me up honey
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| Tonight I’m 9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y.
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| You’re everything I need
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| 'Cause I want what you’re giving
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| I’m yours to do with what you please
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| N.A.S.T.Y., you’re everything I need
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| 'Cause I want what you’re giving
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| I’m yours to do with what you please
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| Some bad habits, are hard to break
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| Like an earthquake coming
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| I gotta shake, shake, shake
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| 9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y. |
| you’re everything I need
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| 'Cause I want what you’re giving
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| I’m yours to do with what you please
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| N.A.S.T.Y. |
| you’re everything I need
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| 'Cause I want what you’re giving
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| I’m yours to do with what you please |