They call us dirty ’cause we break all your rules down
Is it peculiar that she twerk in the mirror? And am I weird to dance alone late at night? And is it true we’re all insane? And I just tell ’em, “No we ain’t,” and get down I heard this life is just a play with no rehearsal I wonder will this be my final act tonight And tell me what’s the price of fame? Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground? Am I a freak for dancing around? Am I a freak for getting down? I’m cutting up,… Read More