Dirty Love (feat. Iggy Pop)

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh!
It’s Iggy Pop!
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh!
Yeah, and Ke$ha.
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh!
All right!
Get up!
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh!
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)
 [bad word] 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)

Oh whoa
I-I-I don’t want your fancy things
I just want your love
(I just want your love)
Oh whoa
Champagne tastes like [bad word] to me
I just want your love
(I just want your love)
Oh whoa
Keep your leopard limousine
I just want your love
(I just want your love)
Oh whoa
I just want your [bad word] 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.)

Ah cool, alright, cool