text: Its Iggy Pop
  Yeah, and Kesha
  Alright, get up
  Yeah, ah!
  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-oh-oh-oh-oh
  I just want your dirty love
  Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
  I just want your dirty love
  All I need is to get in between your sheets
  Oh, oh, oh, oh
  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-oh-oh-oh-oh
  I just want your dirty love
  Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
  I just want your dirty love
  All I need is to get in between your sheets
  Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
  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-oh-oh-oh-oh
  I just want your dirty love
  Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
  I just want your dirty love
  All I need is to get in between your sheets
  Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
  I just want your dirty love 
  I just want your dirty love 
  I just want your dirty love 
  Yeah, cool, alright, Im cool