Hallgerður Thorlacius Finnsdóttir

Fyrirgef oss vorar skuldir // Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

Boots on her feet, swear she’s in heat.
Flirtin’ with every man she sees.
Her pants hangin’ low, she never say no.
Everyone knows she’s easy.
Nasty, put some clothes on, you lookin’ stank.
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.
N-A-S-T-Y, you’re nasty, F-R-E-A-K-Y, you’re freaky.
Girl, where’s your P-R-I-D-E? Put some clothes on.

-Destiny’s child