Lyn (Live)

I lost my heart on a Monday
And I'm still ripped off and passed out
Too much alcohol and weed chopped my ass out
But now these girlies make my day for real
I got to tell you a little something about the way that I feel
I don't know how old she was, but it doesn't matter
I know that they can do it better
No older woman can do it the way they do
Fuck more experience when they choose you
I just cannot explain
Why these girlies hit me like a night train
With their butter soft skin and their curly hair
They try to look innocent but they always up to snare

L-Y-N-A
L-Y-N-A

They knock you out at the drop of a dime
At first sight contact
That's the moment when you wanna die
But when you take a look down south
You'll see a hell of a body on the way to blast your eyes out
Drinking brew after school, kissing ex-friends, girlfriends
Pants always where the skirt ends
They wanna make you hot, no doubt
And you want to take a shot, no doubt
With a game that's the way that they wanna play
Naughty thoughts and I saw price on her face
So I said any other time she wants to do you, screw you
Use and abuse you, like she's always used to
You can run but you cannot hide
You're a two-second fucker when your hips collide
You know who we're talking about? (L-Y-N-A)
Little Young Nasties (L-Y-N-A), ganz genau

L-Y-N-A
(So this is fucking life)
L-Y-N-A
(Little Young Nasty, just like you do)

Are you nasty?
Are you nasty?
Are you nasty?

L-Y-N-A
(Sing for me)
L-Y-N-A
R-O-Y-Y
Just me
L-Y-N-A