Lyrics

I'm that flight that you get on, international
First-class seat, on my lap, girl, riding comfortable
Ha, 'cause I know what da girl dem need, New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, you make it hard to leave
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
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
You know the words to my songs, no habla inglés
Our conversations ain't long, but you know what is
I know what the girldem want, London to Taiwan
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, I think I need a new one
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
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Met a friend in Rio
She was all on me, oh
We could ménage à three, oh
Oh, yeah
Met a friend in Rio
She was all on me, oh
We could ménage à three, oh
Oh, yeah
Written by: Eric Burton Frederic, Jason Desrouleaux, Jason Evigan, Ori Kaplan, Sean Douglas, Tamir Muskat, Tauheed Epps, תומר יוסף
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