Dirty Love
(John Raymond Pollard)
2004-09-13


All I want from you is dirty love. Don’t need you to be true, just dirty love.
Hold me, kiss me, touch me, and give me dirty love. Oh, dirty love.

If I beguile you, it’s dirty love. If I don’t smile for you, more dirty love.
Heed me; feed me; need me; and plead with me for dirty love. Oh, dirty love.

Dirty love will take no prisoner. Darker than the ace of spades.
Deal the cards and see the future. It’s a dirty game we play.

Spit pins from hand grenades; make dirty love. Chew rusty razor blades; taste dirty love.
And if you’re bleedin’, you are concedin’, the thing that you’re needin’s dirty love.

Don’t sweat the big details; make dirty love. Chalk board and fingernails scrape dirty love.
I hear a screechin’; someone is preachin’. School rooms are teachin’ dirty love.

Dirty love will take no prisoner. Darker than the ace of spades.
Deal the cards and steal the future. It’s a dirty game we play.

The sun goes down on you; that’s, dirty love. The baby’s black and blue from dirty love.
Children are cryin’; grownups are dyin’; bullets are flyin’ on dirty love.

Government lies to you; that’s dirty love. FBI eyes on you, such dirty love.
Keep up the killin’; don’t stop the drillin’; oil is spillin’ like dirty love.