3 am, you make up an excuse and then you leave your friends You wake up in the morning then you leave again I didn't even kick you out (out)
So, baby, tell the truth Can we just be honest? I'm not claiming you And every time I ask, you got an attitude I promise that I'll keep it down (down)
I'll be your dirty little secret Promise I can keep it Put your legs up to the ceiling Oh, baby, what a feeling And if you see me out in public (if you see me out in public) Baby, just keep walking (just keep walking, but) You can call me on the weekend (you can call me on the weekend) Your dirty little secret (your dirty little secret)
(I could be your little) (Your dirty little) (Your dirty little) (I could be your little) (I could be your, oh)
Hold on I'm trying not to fall in love, but hold on Or maybe I was high, but now it's all gone Just like that, she's gone again, and again
So, baby, tell the truth I can't keep on dying from the sight of you And, maybe I just want a wholesome night with you But I promise I can keep it down, for you
I'll be your dirty little secret Promise I can keep it Put your legs up to the ceiling Oh, baby, what a feeling And if you see me out in public (if you see me out in public) Baby, just keep walking (just keep walking, but) You can call me on the weekend (you can call me on the weekend) Your dirty little secret (your dirty little secret)
(I could be your little) secret (I could be your little) secret (I could be your dirty little, oh, boy) secret (could be your little) (I could be your little) secret (I could be your, oh, oh) (Ha, ha, ha)
Compositores: Kevin Edward Brewster White, Jesse Finkelstein (Jesse Fink), Artemas Diamandis (Artemas), Toby Daintree ECAD: Obra #45653929