Dirty Magazine — текст песни (Bree Sharp)





I left home at the age of thirteen
With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine
Now, I never cared for the things that I seen
I just want to be in a dirty magazine

Everyone makes sacrifices, everybody`s got their vices

Some girls got class and some girls got dreams
Some girls as sweet as a ripe nectarine
Well, I got no big plans and I ain`t no beauty queen
I just want to be in a dirty magazine

Can you speak of my disgraces? Look at all the smiling faces

I`ve been in a gutter, been in a latrine
I`ve been in the back of a black limosine
I`ve been just about everywhere in between
And if I had the choice to live dirty or clean
I tell you I`d live in a dirty magazine
Yes, sir, I would live in a dirty magazine
A dirty magazine, a dirty magazine



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