or
Ke$ha

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)

Written by SEBERT, PEBE / SQUIRE, MATT / GOTTWALD, LUKE / SEBERT, KESHA / WALTER, HENRY / OSTERBERG JR., JAMES NEWELL
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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