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Why don’tcha roll me over, baby and take-a me down?
I got an itchin’ you been bitchin’ ‘bout me all over town.
I’m thinkin’ you’re the kind to blow my mind. The cream of the crop.
Yeah there’s a reason you’re in season and the heat won’t stop.

You say you want a winner but you’re inexact.
You’re Jonesin’ on the detail as a matter of fact.
I'm callin’ but you’re stallin’ when we interact.
Gettin’ to you takes tact.

‘Coz you’re Dirty
Dirty
So Dirty
Dirty

Yeah you can tell it to me straight, babe. I ain’t no Narc.
I get the feelin’ you been dealin’ while I dance in the dark.
You know I ain’t no Angel either, but this don’t compare
‘Cause you’re the devil in the detail with your sexy stare.

You say you want a winner but you’re inexact.
You’re Jonesin’ on the detail as a matter of fact.
I'm callin’ but you’re stallin’ when we interact.
Gettin’ to you takes tact.

‘Coz you’re Dirty
Dirty
You're playin' Dirty
Dirty

Come to me, babe.
See the road less travelled is smoother with two.
Now I know you want me, and I want you.

Your body’s makin’ statements you can’t retract.
I’m Jonesin’ on the detail as a matter of fact.
I’m callin’ but you're stallin’ when we interact.
Gettin’ to you takes tact.

Coz you’re Dirty
Dirty
Yes you are.

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