Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh!
All right!
Get up!
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh!
Yeah!
Rah!
Don’t want your money
I got my own
You’re not my daddy
Baby, I’m full grown
Don’t complicate it
Don’t tell me lies
I’m not your girlfriend
I ain’t never gonna be
Oh, your wife
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
All I need is to get
In between your sheets
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
(I just want your dirty love)
I just want your dirty love
(I just want your dirty love)
I don't want you, baby
I don't need a men
For anything but this man right hand
I got this feelings that were in my new blue jeans
I need some lovin'
Or I might just have to scream
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
All I need is to get
In between your sheets
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
(I just want your dirty love)
Oh, whoa
I-I-I don’t want your fancy things
I just want your love
(I just want your love)
Oh, whoa
Champagne tastes like piss to me
I just want your love
(I just want your love)
Oh, whoa
Keep your leopard limousine
I just want your love
(I just want your love)
Oh, whoa
I just want your fucking filthy love
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
All I need is to get
In between your sheets
Oh, whoa
I just want your dirty love
(I just want your dirty love)
I just want your dirty love
(I just want your dirty love)
I just want your dirty love
(I just want your dirty love, dirty love, dirty love)
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