Bree Sharp - Dirty Magazine Lyrics
I left home at the age of thirteenWith a fistful of cash and a dirty magazineNow, I never cared for the things that I seenI just want to be in a dirty magazineEveryone makes sacrifices, everybody's got their vicesSome girls got class and some girls got dreamsSome girls as sweet as a ripe nectarineWell, I got no big plans and I ain't no beauty queenI just want to be in a dirty magazineCan you speak of my disgraces? Look at all the smiling facesI've been in a gutter, been in a latrineI've been in the back of a black limosineI've been just about everywhere in betweenAnd if I had the choice to live dirty or cleanI tell you I'd live in a dirty magazineYes, sir, I would live in a dirty magazineA dirty magazine, a dirty magazine