It’s Iggy Pop
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Yeah, and Ke$ha
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Alright, get up
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Yeah, ah!
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-oh-oh-oh-oh
I just want your dirty love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I just want your dirty love
All I need is to get in between your sheets
Oh, oh, oh, oh 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-oh-oh-oh-oh
I just want your dirty love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I just want your dirty love
All I need is to get in between your sheets
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I just want your dirty love
(I just want your dirty love)
I don’t want your fancy things
I just want your love
Champagne tastes like piss to me
I just want your love
Keep your Leopard Limousine
I just want your love
I just want your fucking, filthy love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I just want your dirty love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I just want your dirty love
All I need is to get in between your sheets
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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)
Yeah cool, alright I’m cool