Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh!

Yeah, and Ke$ha.

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.)

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.)