Hallgerður Thorlacius Finnsdóttir

Forgive us our debts // Sorry me Father for me Have sinned.

Boots on her feet, swear she's in heat.
Flirtin' with every man she sees.
Her pants are hanging low, she never says no.
Everyone knows she's easy.
Nasty, put some clothes on, you lookin' stink.
Nasty, where's your pride, you should be ashamed.

You make it hard for women like me
who try to have some integrity.
You make it hard for girls like myself
who respect themselves and have dignity.
You're nasty, girl, you're nasty, you're trashy.
You're classless, girl, you're sleazy, you're freaky.
NASTY, you're nasty, FREAKY, you're freaky.
Girl, where's your PRIDE? Put some clothes on.

-Destiny's child