Sick Kidd Crue - Talk Dirty to Me Lyrics

Oh, and his guitar is so, so long
He's a dirty old man with a twisted desire
Call it sex, no, life, said he's so on fire
He wants to talk dirty as he plays all alone

His fantasies run wild through the whites of the throne
His credit card bill keeps climbing high
But he's just a temptation, no matter how he try
He's a sick individual, lost in his own sin

Addicted to the darkness that lies deep within
Talk dirty to me, whisper those forbidden words
Ignite the flames of passion, till it's all that he's heard
Talk dirty to me, feel his twisted desire

In his different world, he's caught up in the fire
He's a slave to his cravings, no boundaries to hold
In the shadows of his mind, his secrets run full
As he indulges in pleasure, his credit card pays the price

But the thrill is worse than in his twisted paradise
He's a prisoner of his own lust
A slave to his own game
But the emptiness inside him, he can't seem to tame

In the depths of his addiction, he's lost his sense of worth
But the voices on the phone, they give him temporary rebirth
Talk dirty to me, whisper those forbidden words
Ignite the flames of passion, till it's all that he's heard

Talk dirty to me, feel his twisted desire
In his different world, he's caught up in the fire
And as the call comes to an end, the operator speaks the truth
You're such a loser, she says, exposing his twisted youth

For in the confines of his darkness, he's lost all control
A dirty old man, paying the price for his twisted soul
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