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Angel Taylor - Dirty Girl lyrics
[Murs] 
 I love you like a rap kid loves breaks 
 (chorus) [slug + murs] 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 [slug]
 Came to get an oil-change for my girlfriends car 
 But by the time I left I was short of breath and brokenhearted (there she was) 
 There she was, bent over a motor, 
 Dirty cap with a pony tail that sat between her shoulders (beautiful) 
 With an oil streak that must have kissed your cheekbone 
 Thick and volumtuous I wish that we could be alone (I would love to) 
 I would love to, touch you, rub you, 
 See whats covered up under that greasy blue jumpsuit (come on) 
 Standin there holding that drippin dipstick, 
 With a firm grip, yet so delicate 
 And the way you took that orange oil rag and wiped it clean 
 Its guaranteed to get repeated in my dreams 
 You make me wild feels like puppy love 
 Got so lost in your smile when you asked me what the mileage was 
 And if I ever leaned how to change my own oil 
 Promise you this customer is gonna remain so loyal (dirty girl) 
 (chorus) [slug + murs] 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah Angel Taylor - Dirty Girl - http://motolyrics.com/angel-taylor/dirty-girl-lyrics.html
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 [Murs] 
 Now theres this hamburger stand thirty minutes out of town 
 Used to go for the best veggie burgers around 
 That was until I met this brown guaranteed to astound 
 Short order chef eyes deeper than sound 
 She wore a dirty green apron like a silk nightgown 
 Them cappuccino fingernails wrote my order down 
 Three dots tattood between her thumb and her index 
 Twenty-four waist held the holster for the windex 
 Heat from the grill made her mascara drip 
 The sweat on her face showed the fuzz on her lip 
 Them work pants couldn't hide the love in them hips 
 Call it bad taste but this girl was the shit 
 Its the way that hair net kinda covered up her ear 
 Had me askin why the fuck she was even workin here 
 But next time I get hungry I'ma drive to Pasadina 
 Cuz I just gotta see her me linda cocina 
 (chorus) [slug + murs] 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah 
 Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah













