Dirty Love

It's Iggy Pop! Yeah, and Ke$ha All right! Get up! 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) 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 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) Yeah cool, alright, cool (I do)