Filthy/Gorgeous

(Ooh, you're so filthy, and I'm gorgeous...)

When you're walkin' down the street,
And the man tries to get your business,
And the people that you meet,
Want to open you up like Christmas.
You gotta wrap your fuzzy with a big red bow,
Ain't no sum bitch gonna treat me like a ho,
I'm a classy, honey, kissy, huggy, lovey-dovey ghetto princess.

Cause you're filthy, oooh, and I'm gorgeous,
Cause you're filthy, oooh, and I'm gorgeous,
You're disgusting, oooh, and you're nasty,
And you can grab me, oooh, cause you're nasty.

When you're runnin' from a trick,
And you trip on a hit of acid,
You gotta work for the man,
But your biggest moneymakers' flaccid.
You gotta keep your shit together,
With your feet on the ground,
There ain't no one gonna listen,
If you haven't made a sound,
You're an acid junkie, college flunky, dirty puppy, daddy bastard.

Cause you're filthy, oooh, and I'm gorgeous,
Cause you're filthy, oooh, and I'm gorgeous,
You're disgusting, oooh, and you're nasty,
And you can grab me, oooh, cause you're nasty.

Cause you're filthy, oooh, and I'm gorgeous,
Cause you're filthy, oooh, and I'm gorgeous,
You're disgusting, oooh, and you're nasty,
And you can grab me, oooh, cause you're nasty.