BLACKIE LAWLESS and CHRIS HOLMES



One woman down my street is, too hot

for the average man

Hard to handle, a fire in her eye

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 feel fine

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 mama'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

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 got to 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