Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox - Talk Dirty lyrics

I'm that flight that you get on, international First cla** seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable I know what the girl them need New York to Haiti I got lipstick stamps on my pa**port You make it hard to leave Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is When you talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Get klezmer on it You know the words to my songs Rʻdn ʻnglyş Our conversations ain't long But you know what is I know what the girl them want London to Taiwan I got lipstick stamps on my pa**port I think I need a new one Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is When you talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Get klezmer on it Mʻn, met your friend in Rio Ẕ Wwyy, she was all on me tho Dryya, we can ménage à three though Pyr, ooh Ẕwwyy qyytn, nʼáʻnt ẕw zşʻny Pʼrqwypt ʼwys ʻrynʼaz, ʼyr qʻnʻn zwygn myyn ṗʻnys Gylbʻrt ʻrynʼaz, gʼanz ʼwyp dʻq Qʼastn ẕw qʼastn, ẕwng ʼwyp hʼaldz ʼyntʻrnʼaẕyʼánʼalʻ mwyl gʻşlʻkt Yʻdʻr byld ʼyk nʻmʻn, ʼyk ṗʼázʻ ʼa sʼaqʼánʻ Gʻqwypt ʼa şṗryẕ, wwʼás twt ʼyr ʼarwysqwqn? ʼyr lʼák s ʼazwy gwt ʼyk gʻqwypt ʼyr ʼa lyblyng Syya wwy syya, yʻdʻr tʼág ʼyk byn tryyng ẕw bʼaqwmʻn ẕw ʻs Gʼát ʼyr gʻhʼlpn ʼyn myyn tʻlʻpʼányrn ʼwntʻr"grwys bwty" Syya wwy syya, yʻdʻr tʼág ʼyk byn tryyng ẕw bʼaqwmʻn ẕw ʻs Gʼat ʻs wwʻrn ʼyn myyn tʻlʻpʼányrn ʼwntʻr"grwys bwty" Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is When you talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Get klezmer on it