Dirty Magazine Lyrics

Bree Sharp Dirty Magazine

I left home at the age of thirteen


With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine
Now, I never cared for the things that I seen


I just want to be in a dirty magazine


Everyone makes sacrifices, everybody's got their vices



Some girls got class and some girls got dreams
Some girls as sweet as a ripe nectarine

Well, I got no big plans and I ain't no beauty queen


I just want to be in a dirty magazine



Can you speak of my disgraces? Look at all the smiling faces



I've been in a gutter, been in a latrine


I've been in the back of a black limosine

I've been just about everywhere in between
And if I had the choice to live dirty or clean

I tell you I'd live in a dirty magazine

Yes, sir, I would live in a dirty magazine

A dirty magazine, a dirty magazine