She just liked to ask for it ‘dirty’ To say the word loud In a crowded bar The fragile trail of that
She just liked to ask for it ‘dirty’ To say the word loud In a crowded bar The fragile trail of that bitter olive juice To enter some random man’s thoughts And quietly obsess him Infuse him Until a new and cruel inflection of his voice Might whisper That word ‘dirty’ Softly back in her ear -- source link
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