Dirty Clean

We'll stick it out in lala land And maybe she just might take my hand Cause spring is wet, and spring is clean Baby won't you clean me Clean me, clean me, clean me The tan lines all surrounding her Bruised hip and the floral jumper And what I'd give to be that bruise Maybe I'm just getting used Used to it, used to it, used to it And I am dirty, I am clean And I can't hold on to anything I am dirty, I am clean And I can't hold on to anything Anything, anything, anything Beneath the waist it's drippin' wet Above his knees it gets hard again And I still taste you on my tongue Wishing that we werе one year younger Youngеr, younger, younger And if I had a daughter Well I'd hope she'd be like her mother And maybe she would visit dad On his birthday or when he got sad Make her smile, make her smile, make her smile And I am dirty, I am clean And I can't hold on to anything I am dirty, I am clean And I can't hold on to anything Anything, anything, anything Anything, anything, anything Anything