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