You’re Nasty on Purpose

He notices my attack
He seizes my hand
I’ve got to find my witness
‘Cause I seized up again
I know now I want you
I know how I need you
All the cymbals they hit, hit, hit

You always trap my bees and run outside
Like thrusting a long blade into my side
My side

Oh god, I’ll be way tired
Forever again
Oh god, I’ll bleed where I walk
Forever...

[Unintelligible]

I’m nasty, but you’re nasty on purpose

It’s good to be somebody who...
It’s good to be somebody who...
It’s good to be somebody
Tell me now

Now I know I want you
Even though I need you