It's nasty in here.
Thick air,
wet skin,
dirty thoughts.
The kind of nasty you feel in your bones,
in your mouth,
under your clothes.
The way it grabs your chest,
the way it pushes you down.
The way it makes you move without asking.
No rules.
This isn't a clean kind of fun.
This is sweat on the wall,
mascara running lips on strangers kind of night.
A nasty, nasty time.
The kind you dream about,
the kind you wake up tasty.
So don't hold back.
Don't be polite.
Don't be soft.
Be wild.
Be loud.
Be nasty.
Just like this night.
It's nasty in here.
Thick air, wet skin,
dirty thoughts.
The kind of nasty you feel in your bones,
in your mouth,
under your clothes.
The way it grabs your chest,
the way it pushes you down.
The way it makes you move without asking.
No rules.
This isn't a clean kind of fun.
This is sweat on the wall,
mascara running lips on strangers kind of night.
A nasty, nasty time.
The kind you dream about,
the kind you wake up tasty.
So don't hold back.
Don't be polite.
Don't be soft.
Be wild.
Be loud.
Be nasty.
Just like this night.
It's sweat on the wall, wet skin,
dirty thoughts.
This isn't a clean kind of fun.
This is nasty in here.
The kind you dream about,
the kind you wake up tasty.
So don't hold back.
Don't be soft.
Be wild.
Be nasty.
Just like this night.
It's nasty in here.
It's nasty in here.
Thick air, wet skin,
dirty thoughts.
The kind of nasty you feel in your bones,
in your mouth,
under your clothes.
The way it grabs your chest,
the way it pushes you down.
The way it makes you move without asking.
No rules.
This isn't a clean kind of fun.
This is sweat on the wall, mascara running lips
on strangers kind of night.
A nasty, nasty time.
The kind you dream about,
the kind you wake up tasty.
So don't hold back.
Don't be polite.
Don't be soft.
Be wild.
Be loud.
Be nasty.
Just like this night.