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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)
Cockroaches do it In garbage cans Rug merchants do it In Afghanistan Santorum did it In a V-neck sweater Pornos produce it But wild child can do it better
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.)