Talk dirty to me Get jazzy on it Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is When you talk dirty to me Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it Got her saved in my phone under

Let's talk it over one more time Oh come back baby, yeah yeah Oh come back, baby Oh mama please dont go, yeah Cause the way I love you Child you'll never know Well I admit, baby That I was wrong

Don't be afraid Are you still proud of your little boy? (Be afraid) Love will mend your broken wing Time will slip away Learn to be brave Oh, my father Why don't you talk to me now? Oh, my mother

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy

It's our paradise and it's our war zone I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you So we'll piss off the neighbours In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior A place that is so

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do Don't wanna know The way I did before I overdosed Should've known your love was a game Now I can't get you out of my brain Oh, it's such a shame We don't love anymore

Oh Susie Q, oh Susie Q I like the way you walk I like the way you talk Well, say that you'll be true Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, Susie Q Oh Susie Q baby I love you, Susie Q Well, say that you'll be true and never leave me blue, Susie Q

Dancing in the I'll be dancing in the dark Join me baby If you ever want to join me, baby Talking that way and I don't need nobody If you ever want to join me, baby Don't throw my name 'round here like that

Oh, she's a little runaway Daddy's girl learned fast All those things he couldn't say Ooh, she's a little runaway No one heard a single word you said They should have seen it in your eyes On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,