I left home at the age of thirteen
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With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine
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Now, I never cared for the things that I seen
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I just want to be in a dirty magazine
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Everyone makes sacrifices, everybody's got their vices
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Some girls got class and some girls got dreams
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Some girls as sweet as a ripe nectarine
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Well, I got no big plans and I ain't no beauty queen
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I just want to be in a dirty magazine
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Can you speak of my disgraces? Look at all the smiling faces
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I've been in a gutter, been in a latrine
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I've been in the back of a black limosine
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I've been just about everywhere in between
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And if I had the choice to live dirty or clean
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I tell you I'd live in a dirty magazine
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Yes, sir, I would live in a dirty magazine
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A dirty magazine, a dirty magazine
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Dirty Magazine
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| Bree Sharp |
