| Dirty little girl in her dirty little life
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| Dirty little thoughts in her dirty little mind
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| Dirty little lips tell dirty little lies
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| My dirty little girl (girl) (get dirty!)
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| Sure cleans up nice
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| Yeah, high fashion, trash on the street
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| Studio apartment, Penthouse Suite
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| High Class, low life freak, but shit goes on like O-Bla-Di
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| Day and night she walk to the beat, no sleep and you gotta eat
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| Shake it like a tambourine, lemme taste it, little tangerine
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| Some girls like movie stars, some girls like cash and cars
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| Some girls like champagne, some girls like caviar
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| Some girls like other things, dont need no diamond rings
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| All my dirty girls sing:
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| Dirty little girl in her dirty little life
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| Dirty little thoughts in her dirty little mind
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| Dirty little lips tell dirty little lies
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| My dirty little girl (girl)
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| Sure cleans up nice
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| Yo, appetite for destruction she downtown hipster (?) and I’m Johnny Rotten
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| She’s too punk for Manolo, we rock more plaid than a cholo and only roll dolo
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| I gotta left part, down for a solo, for you front stage, and no time for a no
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| show
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| See I merely know your post in weights
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| (?) like cobra snake, um
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| You’re the best
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| Thinking about you in the freeze frame, fashion
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| You’re something like a frozen Kate Moss
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| Trapped in the glass
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| And all I really wanna do is tap that ass
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| Cause
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| Some girls like other things, dont need no diamond rings
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| Now all my dirty girls sing:
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| Dirty little girl in her dirty little life
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| Dirty little thoughts in her dirty little mind
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| Dirty little lips tell dirty little lies
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| My dirty little girl (girl)
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| Sure cleans up nice
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| Dirty little girl in her dirty little life
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| Dirty little thoughts in her dirty little mind
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| Dirty little lips tell dirty little lies
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| My dirty little girl (girl)
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| Sure cleans up nice
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| In the verse, something mysterious, she looking better in the leather,
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| I’m curious
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| How you got that ass. |
| from your mom? |
| I knew it. |
| Face bomb, body and your mind,
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| I blew it
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| Thin tight, them jeans skin tight
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| Finna bump that ass above the rib like
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| Cobay booty bubble like Rose
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| Them haters can’t see me I’m the man with no face
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| Screwdrivers, vodka and OJ
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| Fresh prophylactic, the one with the gold papes
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| That’s my dime chick, so even when we fuss, we make up
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| Hotter on her nose with no blush
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| Some girls like other things, dont need no diamond rings
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| All my dirty girls sing:
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| My, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my
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| Dirty little girl in her dirty little life
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| Dirty little thoughts in her dirty little mind
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| Dirty little lips tell dirty little lies
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| My dirty little girl (girl)
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| Sure cleans up nice
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| Hi, welcome to the Motel Sss… Ahh, Fuck
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| If it isn’t Cheech and Chong
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| Well listen, if you’re gonna stay here, I’m gonna need an $ 800 deposit this time
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| It took us two fucking days to get the weed smell out of that place
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| I’m not even gonna get started on the sheets |