Sitting in
the movie show
Thinking nasty thoughts
Better be a gentleman
Or you turn me off
CHORUS:
Nasty. Nasty Boys.
Don’t mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty. Nasty Boys
Don’t ever change
Oh you nasty boys
I don’t like no nasty car
I don’t like nasty food (Ooh oo yeah)
The only nasty thing I like
Is a nasty grove (Will this one do? Uh uh I know sing)
CHORUS
Nasty Nasty boys
Give me your nasty grove
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty Nasty boys
Let me see your nasty body move
Oh you nasty boys
BRIDGE: I’m not a prude, I just want some respect
So close the door if you want me to respond
Cause privacy is my middle name, my last
name is control
No my first name ain’t baby
It’s Janet or Miss Jackson if your nasty
CHORUS
Nasty boys don’t mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Don’t mean a thing to me (Nasty)
Don’t mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys (uh!)
Hey who’s that thinking nasty thoughts? NASTY BOYS
Who’s that in that nasty car? NASTY BOYS
Who’s that eating that nasty food? NASTY BOYS
Who’s jamming to my nasty grove? NASTY BOYS (Ladies?)
Nasty Boys. Don’t mean a thing.
All you nasty boys.
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