Bree Sharp Dirty Magazine Lyrics

Dirty Magazine Lyrics

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