Dirty Pictures
[Originally by The Radio Stars]
I wanna take some dirty pictures of you
I wanna take some dirty pictures of you
As I'm peering through the shutter
I can feel my heart a flutter
And the lens is getting steamy
As the room is getting seamy
Watch out for my reflex as I'm giving you the bird
Dirty pictures turn me on
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
I get my kicks up in the attic from a Kodak Instamatic
I wanna take some dirty pictures of you
The dirtier the better only filthy will do
As I rig up my umbrellas
And the props are getting hotter
The actions getting frantic
As you going through your antics
Head up, leg up, chest out,
can you what don't be absurd
Dirty pictures turn me on
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
I get my kicks up in the attic from a Kodak Instamatic
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty pictures
Dirty pictures turn me on
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
I get my kicks up in the attic
Dirty pictures!
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