Lyrics:

I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable I know what the girl them need
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport
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 passport
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