Whoa, it’s Iggy Pop!
Whoa, yeah and Ke$ha
Whoa, alright, get up!
Whoa, yeah, aah!
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
Chorus:
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
****os produce it but wild child can do it better
Chorus:
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 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 f**king filthy love
Chorus:
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)