Your momma told you all about the nasty girls
Don’t be a problem child you’ll be a happy girl
But your childhood came and went
Along with your innocence
Momma tried but you’re a nasty girl

Smoking a cigarette inside the locker room
So tough that no one ever tries to mess with you
You get the things you want
It’s almost criminal
Momma calls you home but you refuse

You’ve got a smile like an invitation
You were such a beautiful child
Teasing all the young boys driving ‘em wild
Now with your innocence far behind you
You get your kicks by being mean and cruel
You belong to the nasty girls

Tattoos are ancient news and so you pierce your nose
Spray paint your hair magenta and you tear your clothes
So calm and casual
So controversial
Taking every chance to break the rules

You used to be so sophisticated
Could’ve been the Queen of the Prom
But you were cruising downtown making the rounds
You’ve got a thirty-six inch persuasion
That turns a man into a babbling fool
You belong to the nasty girls

No matter where you go
You are a spectacle
Always on the prowl for something new

Do the Mambo the Macarena
Shaking everything that you own
But heaven help the one who’s driving you home
You’ve got a Freudian style fixation
And you don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl
You belong to the nasty girls